Birds and Suicide

Birds and Suicide

A Poem by Joel
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Really it's a story about the leap of faith travel requires.

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Veins of birds

Gurgle through the sky.

Spurt south

To some tropical cut

In the fabric of winter.

Could you ever brave such a bold suicide?


© 2016 Joel



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Joel
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As a kid, I often thought about how brave it was for birds to fly off into the unknown in search of warmer days. What if they ended up flying over the ocean just when the needed to take a breather? How did they have blind faith that warmer weather was indeed out there? Ect. Ect. And I still marvel at their ability to fly in a flock and move as one large organism.

I like how the imagery alludes to blood and specifically gurgling, spurting blood. And the use of the word cut as well. If I had to guess, the imagery would lead me to believe that this was about someone cutting "their" wrist perhaps? I can see how that would take it away from a literal poem about birds given your smart word choices. Either way, I really liked it. I love grand thoughts in small packages. Short poems are great! Well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Joel

1 Year Ago

I tried to convince my wife that this wasn't a poem about suicide: it only used suicidal imagery. I .. read more
Gaia Octavia

1 Year Ago

I can definitely see how that could be your inspiration with traveling into the unknown as birds so .. read more

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Added on May 17, 2016
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Tags: travel, birds, suicide, faith, sacrifice, bohemian, risk, winter, migration, poetry, poem, expat

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Joel
Joel

Suwon, Gyeonggi Do, South Korea



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Joel Latterell is so committed to fiction writing that he eats paper. He was born in the salt mines of Kansas. A herd of free range cows raised him. They taught him to appreciate the beauty of a littl.. more..

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