Sharp Words

It’s National Poetry Day, so what better excuse to post one of my recent poems?

And if anyone wants to comment with a theme I can use for a poem to be written today, please do!

Baby Birds

My fledgling aspirations tumble from their nest.
Woven of words and wordless longing,
lined with hopeful fluff,
it can shelter them no more.
They are pushed out into the wide-open spaces
and left to fend for themselves.

Cruel nature takes them one by one.
They succumb to the cat’s pounce of jealousy,
to the bleak cold of apathy,
to neglect and self-derision and a lack of confidence.

Found years later,
a lone feather reminds me of what might have been,
of the beautiful things that might have flown free
if only I’d learnt to nurture my dreams.

© 2009 C Sharp