Off on sorts, I do not come by
Here so often anymore
As the sky is murk and filth
And the water taste of tension
I stop and watch my reflection
in its own way growing stranger
Off on sorts, I do not come by
Where the Tui bird plays
As I fear - my fear
To linger here
Yet, she sneaks another day
Off on sorts, I lost my way
I often catch the shaking stray
To feed and feed
Bones for coffin meat
Till I can no longer stay
Off on sorts,
To feed on thoughts
I remember my own disarray
As I lost the sky
And drank the water dry
See the Tui bird and I -
have flown away
In a strangers mind
Comments
This seems...
to make the picture as I would remember it. I have been down that lonely lane and looking at the murky sky and the filthy water, not understanding how I came to be there. Wondering where is the real world? I found this to be ever so slightly disturbing and poignant. I don't know as I would be able to change anything here, without changing the feel of the whole thing. ~ Geez.
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In A Stranger Mind
Hello,
I agree, this is very poignant. I like the reference to the Tui bird, which I had never heard of before. The quick study I did led me to believe it is listed as endangered. Don't know your full intention, but it added meaning and depth to the poem for me. Strong last stanza,
Thank you,
L