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Saturday, January 20, 2007

 

birds

own the bugs and worms and the trees
serve as their towers: they watch over
our parks while bums sleep and they keep
clear of cats and children and birds

own the powerlines we're too scared to climb;
they perch in ropes across sunset reds
and clutch our lights, our heat, our wires,
vibrating against our electric hums and birds

own outer space: they shoot through a stratosphere
like bullets through a composition notebook;
they comprise the color of your average nebula,
gathering around the black hole, guarding the open gate

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Comments:
this is good. i would put a comma after "children" though... unless you like it when people have to those lines a couple of times.
 
the first time, i read it wrong. the second time, i read it right. and i like it a lot. a whole lot.
 
it comes out sounding more like lyrics to me, or it at least needs to be spoken out loud so the rhythm is grooovy. I like it too.
 
isn't poetry supposed to be vocal?
 
I love this, especially the last stanza.
 
this is beautiful. i agree with morgan that it does have many song-like qualities. when i read it, i naturally wanted to sing it instead. how appropriate for a piece about birds. i love how you link the stanzas together. the third stanza caught me off-guard.
 
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