frozen bird

frozen bird

A Poem by m.s.early

i wasn't prepared 
the horror of your wings 
stiffening
the peril watching you 
relive your life
your eyes black and cold
the sun refused
the wind relented
i couldn't catch you
the fall -- the shatter
splintered bones 
clicked the concrete
tears rise in steam
i'm still staring
at my empty hands

© 2014 m.s.early


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Allegorical, metaphorical or literal - that is the question? I'm going to go with all three. When I do, well there's no turning back, is there? I'm going to go with the thought that there's a little bit of truth in each path and leave it at that. You do good work, Xavier.

100 empty hands

Posted 10 Years Ago


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m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you tam :)
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'frozen bird'
m.s.early,
Pure from the inner place the heart.
Giving way to rawness, nothing else to do.
All that is left is to process reality. To give in.
'Stiffened wings, eyes black and cold.'
The fall the loss;
'splintered bones
clicked the concrete'
Faced with a new phase-season;
'I'm still staring
at my empty hands'
To much loss all around. This was good one
for me to read. Thank you.
Blessings,
Kathy



Posted 9 Months Ago


The hardest parts of a healer's life are the ones you can't help......Don't forget YOUR FREAKING AMAZING though! This one rocked!

Posted 10 Years Ago


I felt a haunt of The Civil War, a frozen winter of 63, and a soldier looking for a fire and finding something more.


I liked this, what!

Posted 10 Years Ago


A++ Analogy

~Claire in VA

Posted 10 Years Ago


This perhaps is my fave of yours so far - very sad and dark. I picture trying to save someone that wasn't supposed to be saved in the first place.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you KL. on point as usual :)
Allegorical, metaphorical or literal - that is the question? I'm going to go with all three. When I do, well there's no turning back, is there? I'm going to go with the thought that there's a little bit of truth in each path and leave it at that. You do good work, Xavier.

100 empty hands

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you tam :)
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Deep and emotional I felt the pain of the piece

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you pbr :)
Amaze! Great imagery ;) I liked it so much I had to re-read it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: Thank you Desiree :)
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This is a sad image. tears rise in steam i'm still staring at my empty hands. Those end lines stir up the feeling of hopelessness one feels when they know its over and they never had a chance to even help. This is a moving poem from you.


Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
Stark imagery, I could take this beyond a frozen bird to a life plummeting mid flight...nicely pen'd xavier!

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Freida.
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

The pleasure was mine xavier.

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