As if on Neptune

As if on Neptune

A Poem by R.E. Ray

As if on Neptune

 

It seems birds gossip and seek attention, too.

Though a foreign language, I heard one say,

“Here comes that man who thinks he’s a poet.

Do that thing with your throat, Luther.”

A choir of saltmarsh sparrows

American kestrels and red knots

bellowed from the palms and mossy oaks

(conveniently, birds on the boardwalk sign).

 

I held the first verse until the bird I assumed

a pink flamingo broke my gaze.

She looked like a Vegas showgirl with wings.

The painted sign stated otherwise

and I tried to recapture the first verse,

thinking how birds are like little children

mouthing plastic whistles and kazoos,

randomly clamoring for praise

and protesting the raisins in their cereal.

 

I intended to pen a happy poem in my room,

a short smiling, rhyming piece,

my sunrise stroll along Jekyll’s marsh

until the banker’s wife, in seafoam and fuchsia, 

stopped me: “Are they still rioting about that

dead boy ~ those people in the city?”

We both looked west ~ as if on Neptune.

I didn’t know ~ and the roseate spoonbill

didn’t mention it on her casual flight over me.


© 2020 R.E. Ray


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Raisins are just wrong, at any age- listen to the children they spit truth. You manage a light languaged piece that is far from light hearted, a serious sentiment wearing a whimsy costume. Wonderful conversations- satire and a little sadness I think. Maybe just resignation. Regardless of where you were when you wrote this it took me to a place filled with important sounds. Thank you for a delightful read.

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R.E. Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Brian. You certainly read this well. Isn't sadness often addressed with humor, if only .. read more



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Amazing imagery--as well as, definitive poetic proof that you know birds.
Out in the near-wild, off the grid, the cares of those living in huge concrete totems
seem almost alien. Overly congregated folk get kinda crazy, after a while.
That, of course, is not the message most will get.
Ask me if I care.
Exceptional work, gifted poet!

Posted 5 Days Ago


dearest Mr. Ray... I adore your production on the Boardwalk next to the Marshes.
The Flamingo stole the Show with her "Fans" and long legs... The other birds joining in...
even Jonathan Livingston Seagull would want another "Curtain Call". I myself being
"Under the Boardwalk" would hear every beat of the drums and tapping of shoes....
while being discreetly romantic with the sound of waves and sighs. truly, Pat

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.E. Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Hi, Pat. Thank you for such a refreshing and thoughtful review. So glad you read and commented on .. read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Weeks Ago

Your poem is tasty like "salt water taffy" ... melting and reminiscent of days when being the "Girl .. read more
Raisins are just wrong, at any age- listen to the children they spit truth. You manage a light languaged piece that is far from light hearted, a serious sentiment wearing a whimsy costume. Wonderful conversations- satire and a little sadness I think. Maybe just resignation. Regardless of where you were when you wrote this it took me to a place filled with important sounds. Thank you for a delightful read.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

R.E. Ray

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Brian. You certainly read this well. Isn't sadness often addressed with humor, if only .. read more

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Added on June 21, 2020
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Tags: poem, poetry, free verse, Neptune, society, protests, riots, chaos, order, nature, birds, disconnected, gossip, innocence, children, RERay


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