A meadow sprawls across the countryside
wearing a green coat buttoned up by mushrooms
a plant with withered leaves grows there
hiding a broken-winged bird
trees weakening the moonlight
arch thick over a lane
where tumbleweeds huddling together
protect the plant and bird
from an unnoticing
lame man limping down the lane
escaping a city of words
a mouth with moving lips
making sounds with no communication
He sits silhouetted in front of
the fire he built
black on yellow
a higher voice rings deeply
in the unlit sections of his mind
he chats with the lame bird
normalcy what's that
under heaven are the healthy
better than the sick
or simply better off
are the breathing more blessed
than the trodden grass
nourishing the Jersey cows
which feed the starving children
he once thought he was better
than a homeless man
whom he rejected
time and time again
he bears painful love
for a lady with Alzheimer's disease
she remembers nothing of her life
says nothing but smiles every day
he's damned if he knows why
he asks/ do you remember me
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I do like your poem, but I'm from the old school and really do need some punctuation to guide me. That's just me. I'll read it again and try to insert the punctuation as I read.
I have found your rhythm as well... thoughts, feelings, tempo of the changing mood, comparisons between the lame bird, the man, and the woman.
No punctuation needed. It would seem as litter in the portrait.
This piece as it is shows the frailty of the writer, painfully reminding me of my brother whom I lost to Aids years ago, comparing himself to a broken bird, his legs so thin he could not stand.
I can feel you here in this moment too.
I admire you, Richard Reed. Your ability to put pen to page, and your strength to do it at this moment in time. Well done...
You keep doing it, another wonderful piece. So thought provoking, so full of emotion.
I'm getting used to the way you write, so now I add my own punctuation. To me it makes it so much better.
As you know, I have a thing about punctuation and spelling.
Nonetheless, this is good.