Peacock Feathers

A random video of a peacock flaunting its tail showed up in my YouTube feed some weeks ago.

Just among the many effects 

Of being with yourself all the time
Is having a handful defects
Rear their heads, even when put in rhyme

You can make it the butt of jokes
If it's only your face you want saved,
If the humor and fun that it pokes 
Is equal to the laughter it paved

And moods where tightly it tethers
Both may or may not do shock - namely,
Wanting to flaunt peacock feathers,
And knowing that you're not a peacock

Reviews

[Re-Pete]

in the forced solitude of this whole pandemic thing, many of us are finding out that we don't know ourselves as well as we thought. perhaps that is a silver lining to this whole thing - getting reacquainted with ourselves and remembering how to spread our most colorful feathers ... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are all sleeping peacocks these days with the seclusion...our feathers forget how to open.
love this piece...third line I read as "handful of defects"---
j.

[Words of Wisdumb]

I am a peacock, I am a peacock, oh no wait I'm an ostrich. Great poem. This is a great poem and begs the question "If I'm not a peacock, what kind of bird am I? I'm most likely a gooney bird, what kind of bird are you?

[Oydrin]

This is the kind of comment that keeps you out of your brooding state -- for that, much thanks!
read moreThis is the kind of comment that keeps you out of your brooding state -- for that, much thanks!

Were it not for peahens this poem would not come to b, haha! But there's your metaphor... And I'm not so cocky now. =))

Thanks for reading.

[Oydrin]

In response to the question, I'm afraid I may not be a bird at all. Or should I even be afraid, if that were the case? Oh well.