A pigeon’s wing
breaks between
my palm;
I throw him on
my bed and lay
my head upon his chest,
like silent lovers.
To hear the heart beat
speaking of
a place somewhere in the sky;
where no cars go,
just the sound
of dreams released,
of childhood accomplishments
to touch the clouds,
to make them
your own shape.
I want to find myself
where no one else can;
I want to fly.
Perched on the windowsill,
he is a lighthouse
that I demolished.
“This is pain,” I say as he falls
“to be trapped by your own body.”
But when
he hits the streets
below, he gawks carelessly at crumbs,
content.
I knew I should have gotten
a dove.
Author notes
"Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo."
- H. G. Wells (1866-1946)
It is said that a man only does to those what he is himself.
Author of the artwork unknown.
*POY* Contest.
The theme of this poem is understanding how we affect each other as people - we feed off our own actions and other people's actions and emotions.
A contest entry
- NO GREENS! - A Rounds Contest by Pamela A Lamppa.
1700 points, ended January 20, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Shoot.
Comments
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well this is different! lol, and right up my alley. There are lessons in acceptance and contentment here within your "experiment". One needs only closes eyes to fly and yet we open them to witness limitations and we fall. blind.
uniquely done
ken
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Thanks 
Glad you liked it
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the thoughts we hold like a broken wing bird, a thing that wishes to fly...as if to find itself; hopes and a broken wing. Then we see so much of ourselves in moments of examination the mind as a mirror reflecting inward too... wonderful depth in these concepts...PK
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thank-you Peteskid
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Aloha...and I am so sorry...
but this entry was in another contest at the same time as it was in POY...which is a violation of the rules...
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Hi Ryan, and welcome back
As with all of your work, this has put an interesting spin on he subject-matter. Personally, I adore philosophy and psychology, so you've definitely impressed me with your work. Well done & good luck.
Laura
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Hi there and welcome to the POY this is not a very uncommon theme but you did a wonderful job IMHO with it and made it unique good luck in the contest. Remember no editing after a judge has commented.
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This is an interesting write, but kind of confused me
~GOOD LUCK~
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I always enjoy your unique perspectives. I loved the idea of projecting your own desires on this poor bird as if you were truly "silent lovers" only to find it was indeed a pigeon, limited by its own genetics. Another of your strong points is finding the perfect title to tempt the reader to explore your poetry. Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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Thank-you Liz
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I really like this poem.
It moves along with a lilt rhythm and I can almost hear the 'coo' of the birds ringing in the words.
You were deceived, I see by the hollow promises of the pigeon, where the world is impossibly 'my own shape'. Maybe we all could have chosen a dove and life would find peace.
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If you would please provide a credit for the artwork, that would be grand, if it is unknown at this time, then please do note as such.
I am thrilled with the direction this poem takes, taunting the reader to read on, poor bird, and read on, what next only to find such a beautiful end to what is deemed a tragedy. Imagine what the dove might find?
oh - your question precisely.
Thank you for this wonderful gem. Best of luck in this round. I loved it ~Pamela
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to be free as a bird, to fly in utter silence, to hear nothing but the flutter of others and your heartbeat.
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Oh Ryan, you are truely brilliant!!!!! this was amazing doll, it brought a tear to my eye. I want to just go on and on about how wonderful this is, even though is makes me sad. Well done.
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wonderfully done my friend, this is a strong poem that hits to the point, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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whoa, i really liked this!
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thank-you
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