Whence I came, Wherefore I go.

metaphorical poem of searching for a place to belong

A greener bird,

I flap my wing

'tween breaths of wind

God lends to me;

To see above

The Head of Man,

And all they love

And hate within.

I fly alone

To southern shores,

From yellow birds

And haunted moors.

Not one regret

I leave behind.

I wait to see

The peace I'll find.

And thro' the storm,

The night-long gust,

I fly through each

To forbid rust.

O! When the film

Of cloud peels off

Mine eyes will see

A vision, soft -

So suddenly,

My heart, it breaks!

For amid luscious

Trees and lakes -

Are birds of pink

Though none of green,

And so I fly,

Somewhere unseen.

My southern shores

Are found at length

And I fly alone,

With ghostly strength.

Author's Note

Alrighty.
I was lying down, trying to sleep. I was going to study, but was feeling really unmotivated. Everyone was being loud and playing video games; really getting on my nerves. And I just wish I had people that I shared the same interests with. Having no friends, I can't wait until I move from here.
So I came up with the idea of this. The green bird looking for it's brothers and sisters.
I think I might need to adjust the meter in the fourth stanza from the bottom, and possibly lengthen the ending, to add more suspense. However, maybe the brevity of it adds to the sharpness of the disappointment? Not sure.
Anyway, this is what it is. And if you can't tell, I'm heavily influenced by Romanticism at the moment. Anyone else interested, let's discuss things! :D

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

You've attacked such a heart-heavy topic with a great economy of words. The minimalist styling works well with this introspective work. I truly identify with this write in so many ways. It is beautiful and filled with truth...and a touch of hurt I believe. Your meter is ok - the poem is very fluid and with a rhythm so solid, even my breath kept time. I can see how much you love the language. It is evident in the care and craftsmanship displayed in rhyme choice, syllable count, and iambs. Lovely...you are a fine wordsmith...
CT

[Emily Paige]

i love this so much. you have alot going for you

[Leech Wife]

I love everything about this piece. You've got talent, girl.