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Poor Sparrows

by Glenn Currier

It is cold and bleak today
rain soaked.
Poor birds,
so afraid and alert.

...the feeder restocked with seed
...what a feast
...good day to be a sparrow
...poor thing behind the glaze
...cooped and confined
...his gaze so empty of flight

What is being inside?

Secure in this heated space?

The cold corners.
The dark passages
like lava tubes once alive with fire
now empty and echoing
in shallow breaths
thudding of wounds
still raw with feeling.

Not so good
being inside.

12/26/2011

Posted on 12/26/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/27/11 at 06:12 AM

Oddly I found the peak of this poem to be, "in shallow breaths." You built up some visuals that really peaked here, I actually saw these words, then you gracefully brought the poem to completion. Simple and compelling.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/27/11 at 06:17 PM

The "cold corners" stanza really packs a punch - I do not want to be in that place. Thanks, Glenn.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/28/11 at 04:08 PM

Poor Sparrows indeed. Fantastic.

Posted by Lori Blair on 12/28/11 at 10:58 PM

I wonder if all of us are within a cage of our own? Mindful of ourselves more so than we could ever understand of others although we do try..Brilliant!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/29/11 at 02:43 AM

Excellent write. It seem the only measuring stick we might employ is the echo, either diminishing, or growing louder...both ask us, "is this the right place?". Delighted. Thanks.

Posted by Rob Littler on 12/30/11 at 10:48 PM

I like the sparrows when you make them afraid, when the speaker becomes sparrows, finally setting us all up for the alienation at the end of the piece...the dust-bathers become the dust-gatherer working to move beyond.

Posted by Rob Littler on 12/30/11 at 10:50 PM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Spatzen_beim_Sandbaden.jpg

Posted by Rob Littler on 12/31/11 at 06:17 PM

...reading this poem again, as I am sure many do, I am struck with the double meaing of what is BEING inside as what is being. Being anywhere and everywhere at the same time. So says the Sparrow song in my mind. This social call.....

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/11 at 07:57 PM

I like how this so easily communicates the rhetorical question "Who is really poor; man or sparrow?" Well done Glenn.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/01/12 at 08:53 AM

You are very creative in your writing and this is another one that delivers so well in an almost stocatto and a final fitting fantastic stanza for our poor sparrow and me.

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