The Tainted Black Bird

Analogy of love.

Love as the tainted black bird blue

Never turns in my direction

I caw and caw under a red hot sun

A chicken run without a head

Mimic mock it constantly

Hoping for some kind of acknowledgement

And yet it stares off

Then leaps away to higher lofts

Where anger turns

Eros arrows

Into throwing rocks

And I kill love

Within my arms I caress it

If but gentle for a shorter while

Bury it an unmarked grave

Like a passing season

Becomes a winter’s heart

In an old shoe box

Without holes

Never see lights or days

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

I am reading a lot of bird analogies tonight - hmmm...

Love will fly if we do not take care ... but there is a darker aspect to your metaphor, too. I like the image of the old shoe box without holes... I have the song "Crow Jane" playing in my head. Great stuff here, Mike!

[Michael G. Smith]

My yard is inadated with crows. I do get an occasional cardinal.

[Rita L. Sev]

Crows are crazy, but cardinals are so beautiful... My grandmother LOVED cardinals - she collected their image on everything - pillows, dolls, figurines... Whenever I see a cardinal, I think of my Nonna...

[Neon]

Lol .. nice imaginary .. i liked the fantasy of yer mind. Good job.

[Michael G. Smith]

I am kind of out there.

[Neon]

Oh i c.. so it means .. is it real???

[Michael G. Smith]

No, the crows plague my hard day after day so I try to write about them. Actually I am quite in love with my wife more everyday.

[Neon]

I got it .. thanks ..
& Hey .. Wish you great happy life with yer beautiful wife and keep writing on.

[shaimenne]

its nice..I liked it...though,its a love poem,you have included nature so fanatically

[Michael G. Smith]

My yard is plagued by crows everyday so I try to compare them to life.