lost birds on an empty continent

 

 

Lost Birds on an Empty Continent

Bird eyes rain the hazel nut tears
of global warming
Man makes his own weather reports.
In the future chocolate dawn
on an empty continent,
men put their toys away
in sheepish shuffling.
The children cannot see to play.
Plants whiten into a tofu texture.
Women weep and weep.
The lost birds sing a bright song
and spread angelic wings.
They were born into darkness
and it is natural to them.
They are the last flights available
for take offs and landings.
Dark clouds and currents carry them,
into the brick and steel nests,
that are still standing.

 

Reviews

[Charles]

Pretty good stuff, Phibby Venable. I think I'll add it to my library. Grim vision of the fututre told in an imaginative voice - lots of good things for the reader to think about. Given the theme and the rest of analogies and descriptions, I wonder whether there might be another word for angelic (this is a soft, uplifting word that seems a bit out of place). Otherwise - magnifico.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

this is a gorgeous write - which explains a truth in such a way as to elevate it..


i love this bit - such evocative imagery:

Bird eyes rain the hazel nut tears
of global warming


and the way you carry the theme of the birds all the way through is solid and well-wrought

the only thing that distracted me was the periods.. but then i rarely use them, so perhaps i am a "punctuationist" *grin*

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was quite an interesting read... this particular part stood out for me

Plants whiten into a tofu texture.
Women weep and weep.
The lost birds sing a bright song
and spread angelic wings.

Those who are born into privilege and have everything handed to them never really can be happy cause they will never know the true joy the comes with accomplishment, they fall back on superficial pleasure which leads them to not truly learning how to love, the greatest joy of all.