Birds

BIRDS!BIRDS.

I feel as if I have birds inside.

They fly in tight circles

with no goal and no guide.

Beating their wings 

at each front to their pride.

I feel as if I have birds inside.

Proud birds that use their feet to cut,

their voices to call and wake me up.

The feathers they leave are under my skin.

Droppings in my head make my ideas thin.

They perch on the thoughts with which I bide.

I feel as if I have birds inside.

Generations of birds that call me home.

I've felt as they've hatched, and then as they've grown.

I've no desire to sob or breathe a sigh,

But I feel as if my birds have died.

Reviews

[nikolaia]

I love poets. Even their compliments are beautiful.

[Jean]

Oh. My. Gosh. This is so amazing. :) I love your rhyme scheme and use of repetition. The imagery you use is incredible!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is a stunning write~ the metaphor inlaid in the imagery is excruciatingly beautiful~