A Lonely Bird (Blogophilia 40.6)




In a dream I was a bird
A sad, lonely mourning pigeon
On a flowering gargoyle
Fearing beauty 
All was ugliness to me.

Eyes closed to the light
Only grey I see
Rain off the branches
Running down my back
Every day was just black.


Picture: "One Lonely Bird"  (c) 2012 http://widdendream.deviantart.com/.

Joy is Sorrow's negative
Fears go with dreams. 

That is your lesson for the day.  


Comments

  1. AnonymousNovember 24, 2013 at 9:06 PM

    I scanned deviantart.com after I googled Widdendream, almost went with that option but the straight line called louder

    Nicely done

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    1. Another Government EmployeeNovember 24, 2013 at 9:22 PM

      There were several with that handle, but I liked this one the best.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 24, 2013 at 9:23 PM

    Way to work in "widdendream"! Wonderful poem, btw!
    Jay

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  3. sueNovember 24, 2013 at 10:21 PM

    On a flowering gargoyle... love the image -- good write

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  4. trevNovember 24, 2013 at 10:54 PM

    Amazing write Christopher..
    your words are indeed a great leveller of feelings..
    a fantasy with grief and emotion... very deep...
    Brilliant!! :-)

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  5. sharonleeNovember 25, 2013 at 5:32 PM

    Tragically sad ... very emotive Christopher.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeNovember 25, 2013 at 8:24 PM

      When I saw the picture and the picture of the artist, it moved me.

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  6. AnonymousNovember 25, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    Love when you write poems! This is perfect!

    Irene

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  7. AnonymousNovember 25, 2013 at 11:27 PM

    Perfect analogy of the prompts and an excellent poem too!

    8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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  8. UnknownNovember 27, 2013 at 1:34 PM

    Feeling the sadness. Eloquent indeed.

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  9. AnonymousDecember 1, 2013 at 1:25 AM

    Man, talk about a low point in an otherwise dismal day...
    Still, I enjoyed this immensely. Melancholy is my game.

    signed: Myke

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