Ode To a Silent Phone

Of all the simple birds in the sky,
mad ones and deep purple colors,
I stand before gazes like I stand before compliments,
and I try for her but effort becomes the idea
that I am throwing plaster over my organs
that govern my emotions.
So for the time being I will no longer put effort in, to say,
that I am not enough,
like how simple birds fleet from human gaze,
I fleet from a feeling that I mean something,
Even though to her maybe I am everything.
But, a simple bird is not technicolor.
Plaster hurts and it covers,
but without the plaster I am hurt.

Reviews

[Alessander]

I really like the idea of plaster over organs. It's a great image. The metaphor of plaster hardening what is hurt is quite original, and I've read a lot.
I also enjoyed the subtle off rhymes and rhythm of the piece.

I think "fleet" is supposed to be "flee" (type alert! lol), either that or I'm too dense for the word play.

I kinda wanted it to end on "Plaster hurts and it covers" cause I think it's a great line and implies the last, but that's probably just my crazy taste.

Either way, good stuff. Very evocative.

[Rajah de AzinPrinz Phyb..]

Very creative. Nice poem.

[Annabelle]

Absolutely wonderful! Keep it up!