bubbles on razor wire...life is so tenuous
a breeze and we burst
When I was in prison
the guards would walk the electric wire fence
once a week
and as they walked
they would stop and pick up the dead birds
killed when they flew into the wire
when I left that place
I walked over to the free side
to gather a handful of feathers
the last remainder of fallen fliers
devoid, cold and dry in my hand
unbound, they drifted
into the inexorable
wind shear
A contest entry
- Alone by Timothy Cameron.
525 points, ended November 4, 2007, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow sweet
thanks for reading my poem..your poem is brilliant..so sad for birds who fly into those wires...oh...man if only the could put a sign and that a birds could read "danger zone" anyway...this is a good write..keep this up!
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this is great
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Snow Shadow
Thanks for your contirbution to my contest. I would look into the eyes of sparrows. I've written several poems about them. This poem honors both them and we. Me, they tried to cut my wings of, but the spiritual blade doesn't exist to remove love from the innermost heart.
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