Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Thursday, September 3, 2020

 Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing this poem today.


https://www.arielchart.com/2020/09/when-parakeets-disappeared.html






















When The Parakeets Disappeared

I remember what you were,
although I dreamt of you becoming
something else.

I recall your actions of brilliant deviltry,
while wearing so well your anthropoid sneer,
remaining so nonplussed while I bled.

You brought home to me two parakeets in a cage
during one of your rare, dolorous frames of mind.

But, I learned that you were
a bungling traitor on whom
I had wasted worthy love while
smothered beneath your lustiest mockery
of expressions of affection.
I also discovered that you
sought to use the birds  
as a means to confine me, as they themselves were confined,
and all heard my grief.

I thought your shallow inputs to help 
cure my oblivion were real.
But, your sad and cruel refusal to abjure trickery
showed the truth.
You promised to re-orient yourself, but continued 
to rule your roost,
laying down petty rules,
as if formulated by an emperor.

Your haughty fabrications
brought me to the point of leaving the cage door open,
and as I exited through the front door,
those beautiful birds, now free, chirped,
and I felt no despair, pain, or anger at their escape.
We all got away,
and all heard my relief.

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