Lines composed a few miles above the front door of the Tropicana

Oh poor bird, thy flight was wasted...

Under a cloth of gentle light

Bathe in the pond, one bird, no flight

Upon my head, a misty sigh

I am the bird that does not fly

 

A broken wing, a shattered dream

Reflect heaven in her white gleam

I peck across horizon’s eye

I am the bird that does not fly

 

I step onto the neon ledge

Upon my beak the reaper’s pledge

A lonely call from up on high

I am the bird that does not fly

 

A tragic smile upon my face

The fall of old into your space

Unto the earth, I cannot lie

I am the bird that cannot fly

 

I pass the glass, reflected fears

Within their eyes, uneasy tears

Around my neck, no noose to tie

I was the bird that could not fly

 

My wing is healed, but still I dive

Twist and fall to my demise

I smile wide and kiss the sky

I am the bird that will not fly

 

The ground appears, a golden path

I burn into his ashen wrath

I taste the fear fall from my eye

I am the bird that must not fly

 

Into the ground a peaceful rest

My soul returned into my nest

A coward’s worth, a muffled cry

I am the bird that did not fly

 

Under the shade, there is no light

There is no joy and no delight

No end in death, my faint decry

Tricked by life, I chose to die

Reviews

[Crowley]

I am captivated by your ability to stoke the fires of emotion with an unendning supply of weaponry that incldues a napalm bomb (your usual favorite tactic), and this wire trip booby trap of a poem. I was caught off guard and blown to smithreens with the taste of meloncholy dripping from the sides of my mount like an old man chewing tobacco and forgetting to spit. True talent lies in the ability to get a message across whatever the tone or style that is chosen. You are a crazy talent.

[Who Cares]

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR WORK. You remind me so much of Edgar Allan Poe like his poem "The Raven", like s**t is CRAZY. He is my favorite author EVER and you sound just like him, Holy s**t I am like spazzing. Okay anyhow uhm your connection with the reader is intense, the reader feels what you felt to write this. I like the repetition if the line "I am the bird that ____ ( insert choice word here) not fly" it was powerful but then the last stanza you changed it, oh the word play. The rhyme scheme just added power to your already vicious words. Imagery is just bad a*s like you cannot get any better than that. Your vocabulary is pretty sick, yes I am noe a devoted reader.

[lolatodorov]

I like the way you play with words and make them almost "bend over" for you. The idea is simple, and the poem has a simple structure - but you grab the idea and make it spin for you like a spinning wheel.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

how tragically beautiful..reminds me of Poe or something I cannot quite put my finger on...my soul is in a storm caused by these your words...how I imagine the bird...

[?]

Such a captavating piece, awesome
oh and would you let go of inkslinges throat so he can breathe....lol
What a great write...such emotions

[InkSlinger]

Your work always captivates me.. well okay, more like grabs me by the throat and holds me there, until I can hardly breathe.. but you get the point.. another masterpiece Sir Stinkbomb!

[faryn wolff]

mister monroe. astounding soulspeak. Goddamn, you know?

[.]

most birds that do not fly..run fast or swim well..we adapt..or like the dodo..you have nothing up your sleeve and well, you don't see a dodo do you?..

I think you understand me... ;)

[FallenHeroXx]

Amazing man, simply amazing!

[Ruth]

This literally rips out the heart and one can see its pain dying alongside with it! Amazing piece love..life can so harsh and then BAM! Decision becomes clear..you have accpet pain and anguish and deal with it or explore to continue on ..great poem!
xx

[Maya Storm]

what an ending..."Tricked by life, I chose to die" the entire write is soaked in genius. This piece surprised me it is deep and serious, another side to your coin. Thank you.