Pigeons

Pigeons

A Poem by Liz
"

I don't even know. This is weird.

"
Plunk,
Plunk,
Plunk.

Rock after rock,
Scattering the birds,
Cooing and flapping,
But always coming back.

"Stupid damn birds."
Another fistful of rocks.
Another round of their game.
Plunk,
Coo,
Flap,
Repeat.

"I like them."
He turns look at me.

"What's there to like?"
Plunk,
Coo,
Flap.

I stare at the 
Fat
Grey
Birds,
So eager to 
Play the game.

I shrug.
"They remind me of myself."

© 2010 Liz


Author's Note

Liz
I like writing like this. I also plan on continuing avoiding how to properly write a poem. Anyways, this is weird. It was inspired by something I saw at the park today.

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I love the imagery. Especially the auditory imagery. This is very easy to picture=] keep it up!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love the pigeons.
Good write

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the style. It's different, in a good way. Nice read. It seemed very real.

Posted 14 Years Ago


" I also plan on continuing avoiding how to properly write a poem" You do have a different writing style but that's a good thing because it shows creativity.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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