Can a Bird Fly if its Wings get Wet? I wonder....

~ just a scribble ~

Like a curious cardinal upon the window sill...

I gaze upon the courtyard, lust in my eyes

          watching

as flecks of sun and shade play in the trees,

fallen leaves rustling along the brick path

 

I wonder…

What is it I covet so hungrily?

                                      passion?

to stay in this moment and soak up the sun

your eyes on my bare thighs?

 

While under my feet roses, daisies and myrtle spring up every hour

 

Or am I leaning towards envy,

                           as I look to the sky

listening to the wind whisper secrets of days to come,

 like a love poem, written in flesh

surrendering everything to create a life as beautiful as the dreams

                                   dancing in my imagination

 

The clouds rush in and in their misty shadow,

    I’m a savage

faithful and faithless

magnanimous and cruel…

 

Decipher me or I will devour you!

For there is no question

not another sun will arise unseen

 

As the rain starts,

    I wonder..

Can a bird fly if its wings get wet? 

Author's Note

art ~ Andrew Atroshenko
poetry ~ MsJewel

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I very much enjoy the way this is written with a playful spirit & gentle tones of imagery. It feels like a fluttering bird, each random idea is so surprisingly hopping around the central theme of your message. I also like the thought-provoking question in your title & final line . . . well crafted as a metaphor for many aspects of how life & love can feel.

[MsJewel]

Thank you for your lovely comment :) Julie

[Patricia Wedel]

The Rain will wander around the Bow of my Heart where feathers become wet with Desire. softly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jewel... you are like a butterfly sipping
from flower to flower... but leaving a trail of
lustful words that linger in petals of sweet refrain.
truly, Pat

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Julie, a very mesmerising poem. I love the journey of emotions. This has everything...lust, wonder, passion, adventure. Izzy

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much Izzy. Aloha!

[Island Hippy]

You're welcome

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

To be a bird that travels the sky, wings should be made of steel. To fly high and low and know just where to go without worries of hail or snow, just around to know how far they can go.

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment :) Julie

[andrew mitchell]

another romantic piece julie with the picture of a beautiful woman and the words to match, it brings about a desire for lust like the postman always rings twice. one would only take her away from the outside world daydreaming and back into bed. lol

[MsJewel]

Thank you Andrew. :) Julie

[Dara]

What a wonderful, romantic imagination you have, Julie. I was transfixed from beginning to end as I read. This write is simply stunning and a keeper for me.

[MsJewel]

Thanks so much Dara :) Julie

[cycy]

dear lady,make a collection of all these poems, make sure the cover is pink with lots of butterflies and just send it my way :) :) just love your work so much. you are a blessing in every right!!

[MsJewel]

You are very sweet. Thank you so much :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful thoughts and description led to the question. You question many things in the poem. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry. In the big storms. The bird hide and the world is silence.
Coyote

[MsJewel]

Thanks for your kind words John :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Julie.

[Valentine]

Today the wind here isn't whispering, it is yelling at the top of its lungs and very scary. Rain falling yet birds coming to the feeders. So yes, they can fly with wet wings. Nice write. Valentine

[MsJewel]

Thank you Kathie :) Julie