The other bird am I. I belong to nobody,
I don’t wake up and depart just to fetch food,
and then get back to sleep and wake up anew.
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'I can borrow the imagination of heaven for my vision'...good line...theme- optimistic self reliance...a poem neat and well written 10
Thank you for the time and response to my 'Bird' poem. Yours is truly inspiring. My new anthem-'Do Warble.'
Mou arese tromera afto to poiima, isos giati vriskome se periodo antikomformismou pou thelo na dokimaso ta dika mou ftera. Asximo pragma to katestimeno. All the best, HBH
Inspiring poem. Birds are meant to fly by themselves. The caged bird sings the free bird flies... I wonder what the other birds are like....
Finally I read most of your recommendations like this one.. 'it is the flight that matters-higher deeper' indeed it is...you have this brilliant line almost at the heart of the poem. Well proportioned. Deep.
At the risk of overworking the word awesome, I say your poem is awesome. 'I insist on learning how to stand on my wings when I fall'. 'Believe and fly.' Wonderfully penned...Marianna Jo Arolin
very interesting I liked the allusions to Cervantes and Da Vinci even if your not an orinthologist you are quite perceptive about our winged compatriots with whom we share the planet,
I was pleasantly surprised by the exaggeration 'flying with his eyelashes'
This is one great poem.The ending is amazing and unique makes you want to read more.
Give it a 10! beautiful, pleasent all the way to the end. Inspires me to strive for the better. Thank you!
Like all your poems. I have had great pleasure reading. You carry a great spirit that flys higher than any. A beautiful verse! ...Give you 10! Best reguards Suzan Gumush
Believe and fly: winners are the wings that dare. Do warble: is the divine way for you to breathe. ---- fine lines to share... a bird with a great spirit and hope to dream on and survive.
Dear Joseph, your poem made me think `what shall be the divine way for me to breathe? `. What I always believed was; there is always poet’s blood in poems. That’s why love always bleeds with poems… I haven’t read all your poems yet; but I can feel your passion more than your bleed in your poems.