A LOST AND CONFUSED SPARROW

i can't explain it, it's not enough, it may fustrate me and leaves off at that minute.

from the left side of me while on the right path i saw a shadow flowing what ? A-little push !

across the wall closed up in the darkness of unknowing couldn't even find or know then pull

so unaware a need a restless sorrow an uneasy descent on time the wings at between

a lost and confused sparrow seeking an opening but trapped and feeling held back

within this hotter than a-candle a-sweat-shop i works on messy inwards shows steady goes awhiles passing by in

an averted eye i heards a bird uttering cries and i lament i say would've spoken and shown

the way back outside i did try but how could that wee wow gentle mammal know me now not a-care

that i meant only just because for a moment begun in one minute as a gentle person can bring its use

good and joy back into the high sounds high words in high songs all years better clears

all birds and all calls and all sing abouts but except instead a lost and confused sparrow

fled away from me that sad bird could have been safe that sad bird could have been

freed again though before it's lept away; Walking Ode, to a perfect bow lo' moonbeams in late night might gentle fate have it bright now see

that poor suffering creature went up into the rafters and can't be found cause that's it today

here-in this hotter than a-candle sweat-shop i works on messy inwards shows steady goes yet somewhat one week ago

afterwards i found the lost and confused sparrow dead there it lay down by the doorway

and i scooped the dear bird up with a shovel and i carefully laid stones and said in slow movements on

the grass placed in the gentle shades floated at long last i can see it and it flew away flit and flutter

across the soft and cool day across the soft and cool day ~ i, my stills feels thrice out over there ain't alright nor wrong or lonesome, and, now becomes to this dance sways one

belongs gone and lays it on up beside my brain, my grave may part only to blues on the grass flows within when I pass unless my pen lifts yes out is its really there, and, if so, maybe he's landed over here unimportant, and, how's that ? A lost and confused sparrow fallen flat.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Robert Robbie Dudley,
You truly portrayed the hope and frustration of a simple and precious creature whom has found itself in dire straights. Working in heat to earn your way in mankind's domain, poor little birdie is confused but in the end you free him. This prose poem read like a story. I hung on and wanted it to be a little longer! I enjoyed it very much.
Blessings , kathy