All the Pretty Birds

by Christopher Shin

They flutter in the long
Decemeber air like a leaf
that searches for a place
to rest on the cold dank

I do not know when I started
to despair over my plight?
I feel that hatred that
flows within in my vein for
these lovely creatures.

Not a festering hatred or
any ill towards them.
Rather I do not see them
as objects of my desire
and I do not desire them
to try.

I hate it when they prance
around so arrogantly with
their ornaments out in public.
I glare in anguish at how
they could mold a man to
their will.

I do not know when the world
of my desires became the
world of my own despair?
But truly their dance does
not inspire me to start
a war against Sparta.

All I can say and do is
merely watch them dance
and sometimes I steal a look
and think about how it could be,
but only to realize that
I should have not.


Author's Note: Slowly I am realizing the isolation of avoiding women. Funny huh? To isolate from what hurts but yet be drawn to them. A moth to a flame to say.

Posted on 12/08/2003
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 12/08/03 at 07:24 PM

I really thought at first it was birds you were playind devil's advocate with, and disliking, and I thought, wow that's strong, and different, to see beautiful things like birds in trees and dislike them ( I don't mean seagulls & Pigeons) then I realized by the end of course you meant women, you state that, but I wonder if you leave it more ambigous, if you wouldn't make it even more amazing? Of course perhaps you're British, and birds is the nickname for women. Maybe I'm too tired to make myself clear, but I think this is powerful.

Posted by Brian Francis on 12/11/03 at 03:53 PM

I Like this. Very nice imagery. Thanx for sharing it. --bf

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