something's going out
quick as a bird's instinct
when a little boy's hand
is attached to the arm
mamma grabs
off of daddy's shoulders
balance is by lips besides fingers
yet head down, deep breathed
past adagio I was digging
and my regrown hair
once remarked trimmed
was threaded in throat
at air's expulsion draft
so petite health p.s.
to miscarriage danced on drain
something thin as ice
to go down now
as thawed back to ripe
superb direction to closed door because upset
deprived river
undone not finding even God as decorations
except in nesting life or promise
disrespecting yourself if unhuman as could be
esteeming child to separate from adult speech,
all encompassing isn't aiming alien expression
A contest entry
- make me a bird... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 22, 17 entries
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Comments
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Truely a thoughtful poetry..well done..
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