YELLOW BIRD

a love, a bearer of joy

everything

is what you are to me

without you I am

nothing for

my body is a gift

to you

do with it as you please

it does not

hurt

a bruise from a feather you

are so delicate in

my hands I fear

for you

for the control you possess

that I can so easily

break

crush

in the very hands that

adore your intricacy

 

you can’t fly with

broken wings

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

Soft upon soft, delicate upon delicate, love upon love - this is so 'fragile' one fears to break it just by reading it but it also has a hidden unbreakable strength - pure love.
A feather bed fort lua - lovely.

[lua]

thank you so much :)

[Tony Jordan]

Welcome Lua - nice to meet you.
:)

[Dolce Vita]

I read this and felt like it could have been about a mother's feelings towards a newborn. I struggled with PND and this described some of my thoughts. Well done, I liked it.

[lua]

thank you for sharing your perspective, it brings these words into a new light

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, this is a very interesting analogy...a contradiction...the softest, sweetest love can break our hearts just as much as a hard, nasty, abusive love...

it's all in the vulnerability of the wings.

j.

[Michael Iam Bone]

I appreciated the way you used an atypical depiction of the poem's content.

[lua]

thank you :)