Black Bird

Free write. "If you were a bird, what would you see, feel, hear?"

Black Bird, Black bird in the tall oak tree
tell me how you live
tell me what you see.

I see hurting and pain
sins and lies with
fear I'll never fly again.

The sounds of tears
fill the skies and
fill my ears

The world is crying
becoming empty
and it's dying.

There was once green,
joys and hopes.
Smiles were seen.

Now there is nothing
but sorrow and pain
and wrything.

You ask me what I see?
A world of grays and
and shadows of what used to be.

N. Strong

Reviews

[Dawn Jones]

Wow, you've got this interesting way of speaking the EXACT same words that I see floating around in my head, but seem unable to grasp. I've been 'blocked' for months now... only just starting to play with words again. Focusing, devoting, my time to my school work rather than paying any attention to what is actually going on in my head. Thanks for speaking the words I couldn't.

[emmah]

wow! amazing in it's starkness, this verse of yours! it is an unabashed expression of the universe as the narrator sees it, at the present time - "hurting and pain", "sounds of tears", "the world is crying", "a world of grays"; a glimpse of what was - "there was once green". it's hues of gray in heartbreaking tones.
yet, the verse begins at a hopeful note - as i reader, i heard the narrator's cry, a prayer for "green" again, a plea for freedom from "grays"....
mesmerized....by the cutting honesty of this one; and by the somber expression of the monochrome the narrator seems to delve in.....beautiful and inspiring....

[Tate Morgan]

very good