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The Songbird

The Songbird
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Ohio, USA
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August 22
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I am a mechanical bird. I fly, dive, and flutter about things, curious, ... yet -- I am but a machine. I am the product of the times I came into. All is mechanical. My clockwork works - exactly. You can see by the meter of my words that something is precise about me. I know not why; I am not the Originator of these things. They only come to me. They tick, or they whirr, or they may, by chance, chime. No matter - I hear, and respond to them. I myself am quite delighted by these Missives that come my way, and my dearest love is the language I came in with, English. It isn't the words themselves; more - it is the very capability of being able to iterate what I have been given to feel.

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MAY 3, 2012 2:18PM

A Holiday To Nowhere (Open Call)

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A HOLIDAY TO NOWHERE

he took me to a place he knew,
but now i don’t know why
the world that he inhabited
was not a part of mine

it was a world of talking,
by people he does not know
and he surrendered himself in the silence,
to the voices on the radio

i simply don’t take a part in that,
my opinions bear my own song
rants and raves are not my fashion
so why did he take me along?

to parade me through a time and place
where the remnants of his past exist?
was i just to be inserted,
to see if i would fit?

he says he wants to be ravaged,
to hand the reins to me
but when i try to reach to him
his response is to let him be

well, it’s hard to chase a will-o-the-wisp,
who cannot follow suit
silent signals always shushed me
so i was stymied in my pursuit

but inside me, energy roils
so i ran, i biked, and i walked
i was filled with glee in the sunshine,
but to share it came to naught

what can it be about this man
who can stirr me and rouse me so
i embrace such glee just to be with him
so of course i was happy to go

but i felt that i had something more
in the stages of planning the way
i felt secure and included,
then felt slighted and held at bay

how can i try to continue now
to be lover, or even friend
if my words are met with a silence
that just echoes deep within

so my guess is it ends with a stalemate,
at least that’s how it feels
no wins, no gains, no losses
like a wound that never heals.

if questions are never answered
it’s futile to try to explain
so i’ll just go on with the same aplomb
that i used to find my way

let’s face it, i left here willing
awake, alive and thrilled
for a chance that was full of promise,
an opportunity to build

but nothing was built in the process
i was not included in
in fact the chasm feels wider now
so it ends before it begins

so be it, as the wise men say
to thine own self be true
a long ride for a short conclusion
but at least now i know the truth

the choices made along the way
did not bring us any closer
but it was a holiday away to nowhere,
and now, it’s simply over.

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Man, oh, Woman! No one writes the way you do. Blinddream makes his poetry sound like breathing and you speak possessed! With you I always can understand how the Ancients had their Oracles. Your feelings could have made powerful prose, but it is transcendent as poetry!
R++
I like what Ash has written.
Oracle – how fitting a term
I love your writing simple as that!
Love the image too.
~R~
Ash, and MCS, thanks much. As you can tell, this was on bi-ZAAARE trip. It took me a long time to make any sense of it at all, so your praise made all that effort worth it. Thank you from my heart!
I see balance, wisdom and intuition almost divine. Beautiful, Songbird, as always. R
Thank you, Thoth - my effort, exactly! What DOES one do in that situation? - Enjoy Self! You're so kind.
ASH took the words right out of my mouth. "i felt secure and included/then felt slighted and held at bay." WOW, WOW, WOW.
My heart extends to you on so many levels because i have lived this over and over and over. But I have never been able to put it into words. Your poetry is a constant revelation. Magnificent. R
Hi, mi compadre Michelle -- Yes, we have spoken of these parallel paths. This one? - Honey, I think this one was written in a mode known as "pist off." Nuff said? Love you, thanks.
Your poems leave me speechless, Miss Songbird. How easily you sing such beautiful songs! r
Thank you, Hilarad! -- Ooh, how I long to sing. I am glad you like my melodies!