Spitting Out Feathers

Poem/Prose/Story (experimental piece)

Why doesn't the male cross the road?
Always from his vantage point he sees a great and snarling beast in the middle of it
The little female partially hidden from view on the other side
She herself gazes only upon a noble and good man that is near

One that came across something terribly broken years ago
Gently picking up each tiny piece
Painstakingly gluing them all back into place
Reminding her heart to beat and laugh again
Planting the seeds of dreams inside her head
Watching over her as they begin to bloom

For her he is light, love and caring
For them he is an obstacle that must be dealt with
A dark unknown with too much influence
The ending to this story never changes
This "monster" will mop up the bitter tears she cries
As another walks away

Reviews

[Moflo]

This was great. First off, the title and opening line are a great combination and then the incredible twist on a love story, which is by far more realistic than most love stories are. Well worded and very nicely written. Good job.

[Rogue]

Ahh, you picked up on that love story aspect.
Thank you. :)

[Moflo]

You're very welcome. :)

[Frieda P]

I think I get where you were going with this one, it took me a while to get there and I still might be wrong on all counts here....is this about 'bad boys'? Sounds like a cowboy, and temptation...

'For them he is an obstacle that must be dealt with
A dark unknown with too much influence'

There's always one waiting in the wings...intriguing read, much food for thought here.

[Rogue]

It's a bit of a statement on how a very special friend (the very one who would dispose of a body or two in my trunk) of mine is perceived through eyes of those that refuse to look below the surface to what is really there.

Thank you for reading, Frieda. :)

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, dispose of a body?! That's definitely not what I was thinking! ;-P

[Rogue]

Yes well.. -all business-
-scrolls out a list of highlighted names-
Seems I could fill an awful lot of trunks. :D

[Frieda P]

Haha, cement shoes work better ;-P

[Rogue]

You don't say?
-makes a note-

Nah, he tries to keep me on the straight and good path. But just in case.. :D

[Sami Khalil]

First of all I like the title. It raises questions which is good to make the read more interesting. From what I gain here and I could be wrong ( My interpretation only ) for others can have different ones is that you are talking about the marriage commitment and how hard it is for a man to cross that road for it looks like a beast or fears of commitment. To her it is a life dream which she must had other bad ones but she stays hopeful she will find the right man to put her life back together . For she keeps hoping that someone will mop up her tears and grant her the tears of joy...
Another one of your great writes...:)

[Rogue]

-smile-
Now that was an amazing theory. But, no. This has nothing to do with marriage. It is a literal read actually and somewhat harkened back to one of your own about what lies below the surface. What lies beneath the surface of a "name" so to speak.. If one were called Kitty Cat there wouldn't be a problem. But when the "familiar" shall I use that word? Is a bit more beastly? in name.. They find it both an obstacle and threatening (in their minds).
Thank you, Sami. :)

[Sami Khalil]

I'm so glad to know I can be an inspiration as much as you are . I know which one and I will leave it for others to unlock the beauty and meanings of this great write...:)