Black breasted bird flies faster
Than the rose winged finch,
The latter not fit for fighting,
Both unaware of my curious watch,
My cataloging of colors kept secret.
Birds of a feather fly together
But I do not know how to fly that high
Or how to busy myself with the sky
When the urgency of lying keeps me in my coup,
A restless birdwatcher just waiting.
Another (small) poem to add to the series of bird related poems ;P
Comments
I like this a lot! Very cute.
I like this a lot! Very cute. Here are a couple of spots that could be strengthened:
"The little fighting none" --I read this over several times and wasn't sure what it meant. I could just be missing something, of course haha.
"But I know not how to fly that high" --I would change that to "But I do not know how..." However, that is an entirely personal choice. Personally, I am not a big fan of the antiquated sound that "know not" provides. But if that's what you're going for, I understand. :)
I really enjoyed this! What a fun poem. :)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
Erin- Thank you so much for
Erin- Thank you so much for your lovely comment and I really appreciate your critiques! I will try to keep the rythme and change the things you've mentioned, because I agree! I want my reader to not have to struggle with lines in order to get a clear image!
I'm personally a fan of "know not" for it seems to feel more "medieval/Renaissance"-ish to me, but if it's blunt and doesn't flow then I agree! It should be changed ;)
Thank you again for your comment!! Hope you're doing well!!!
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Awww, I know right? Thanks for reading!!
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Lovely! These are going to
Lovely! These are going to have to be a little booklet before it's over!!!