My Travelling Bird

she is travelling..

 

 

 

My always-travelling bird

Don't you feel how much you are missed?

You never think of having some little rest?

I am dying for you landing on my wrist

So, i can get you close to my empty chest

Empty since you took my heart and left.

 

I miss to feel your beak, eating from my palms

I miss the feeling of your feathers on my hands

I miss to feel you between my hands

I miss your warmth.

I want to get lost between your wings

 

Im always looking high to the sky

Because i know, you always fly..

But i hope one day, you'd pass by..

And look down to where i lie.

 

Author's Note

a hawk would land on the wrist of the man. a hawk is an always-travelling bird..landing on my wrest means she is back to my hug..

Reviews

[Aehr]

oh, i loved it. so sweet!!! no other words left in my vocabulary to appreciate it. great job :)

[khalid]

thank you. i really appreciate it..

[Aehr]

you're welcome :)

[Renée]

I smile when I read this poem ! Kind of a cross between falconry and homing pigeons.. So many subtle things being shared..the way the writer misses the bird in flight..I love how you describe the bird mentioning all the little things that you adore about the bird/her..very gentle, sweet..I am sure she will return to your wrist soon..how can she not with such adoration !

[khalid]

thank you so much for such sweet review..

[Renée]

reflection of a sweet poem ( :

[khalid]

thats your sweetness..

[Renée]

I do believe you are wrong...for I see honey bees coming and going from your kitchen cupboard..it surly must be what you are using for ink...

[khalid]

those honey bees are sent by you..

[Renée]

Well..you discovered my secret... you are their pollen ( ;

[khalid]

have i?

[Renée]

are they not in Your Kitchen?

[patricia]

This is good, I hadn't read your author's note, so was a little surprised to discover your bird was a hawk, I was imagining something a little more cute, like a budgie or something. Still...the poem was effective and quite meditational. Enjoyed.

[khalid]

thank you so much, i really appreciate it..

[MOON]

Lovely write khalid, all the metaphors speak if love and loss and birds too.

[khalid]

thank you MOON

[stars are far]

wow ..that is really so niceee .. your best in my opinion ...amazing writting ::)

[khalid]

thank you..

[Frieda P]

This actually sounds like it's more about a bird than a lover, I stumbled over 'beak'...I get where you were going with it, but wasn't feeling it....I certainly feel the longing in this one, not sure what 'landing on my wrest' means. I think it's need a bit of editing and it'll sing like a bird.

[khalid]

lol if a sensitive poetess like you doesnt get what i mean and she doesnt feel it, this means im in a big trouble. landing on my wrest is like when you have a pet hawk or eagle and it lands on your wrest. i used that because such birds are always travelling. wrest here refers to me in general..thank you so much..

[Frieda P]

Ha sorry khalid, the definition of wrest to me is snatch, not very lovely and the beak is too hard for such lovely sentiments. Just my thoughts...

[Frieda P]

You mean 'wrist'?

[khalid]

yes thanks..

[Frieda P]

Sorry, just dawned on me, must need more coffee!

[khalid]

im already drinking coffee lol, take some then..

[Frieda P]

Ha I think I need a stronger brew Lol

[khalid]

i always drink my coffee strong lol

[Frieda P]

Ha, I'm such a girl, I put cream in mine, must be the problem. ;-)

[khalid]

you are free with yours lol