Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #442 - Birds #3, a poem, Writerly Wednesday

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #442 - Birds #3, a poem, Writerly Wednesday

Hi Mom, Just the poem today. Next in the birds series. I am in a hurry as I try to catch up.

But I will take a second to post the links to the other birds poems.

Birds #2

Birds #1

BIRDS #3: the owl

I watch you from an outdoor branch.
The Minotaur shimmies in lamplight,
undresses his fur, as you polish
the axe he set aside in anticipation.

You drink a glass of my tears -- gargle --
he laughs and spins you above his head,
like a whirlygig.
He has horns; I have hoot.

You've stolen my glasses -- the round,
studious kind.  You taunt me with dripping
mice promising muscles out of control
and a brush out for my white feathers.

I tear at the corpses,
which you offer to appease me.
My beak rends the fur into wet pieces.
My wings gyrate uncontrollably -- feathers
loosening in clouds.

I ‘who' at you.
I pose on your night stand,
the lamp-cord in my beak,
and rotate my head,
a ‘who' at each pass.
I flatter myself wise,
promise you the midnight flight,
claiming responsibility for early take-off.

But when the lights jitter brightly,
I am not the owl.
The Minotaur has shed into the shadows,
where he blends with the color of night.
I am plucked;
I am colorless from lack of sunlight,
and claw marks rake my eyes.

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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- Days ago = 444 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1609.21 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.