Thursday, July 29, 2010

Twitter-verse

a poem for the birds



I fly alone, then, flock to flock, rejoin
To chirp — pretend — as though my theme was heard.
Harsh caws — should I respond? sweet tweets, purloin?
To be the leader of a flock: this bird?

In consonance they verge to left or right,
Attack the plumaged cock or hen unfair.
While some seek for a perch, but some, a fight,
A race to first ensnare Tip' Hedren's hair.


Our lonesome cries entwine with fractured rhyme;
Our hasty pecks retort the latest song —
Becomes the status of our fast-paced time
And virtual space to which my songs belong.

Below they hear the croaking of a frog.
Swoop down, they go, to land in murky blog.





placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #2 and in the imaginary garden with real toads

6 comments:

  1. You have done an amazing job keeping the metre and rhythm of this poem flowing, not always easy. I love the metaphor of the birds portaying our human foibles. Cool.

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  2. vivid images,
    I see a croaking frog landing in murky blog,
    a fun and creative piece.

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  3. i agree about the rhyme and meter! Also your structure and use of punctuation is extraordinary. I like your imagination--the cyberworld spawned real, live birds. Excellent!

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  4. Thanks for all the tweet :-) comments!

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  5. Bearing in mind 'tweet' has more than one meaning these days...you have hit the nail on the head with this sonnet to the new outdoors of cyberspace.

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  6. Ah, the sweetest of all forms, Philip, perfectly done. It's great you can do a sonnet on a modern theme, something I find extremely difficult.

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