A Word or Two On the Subject of Red Bluejays

A short poem.

A Word or Two On the Subject of Red Bluejays

A black man sits on a tree, legs bent,

Perched.

Lily seeds laced in the hair of

Mother Melancholy,

Braided in like sperm cells' flagellum wrapped around an

Egg

Of a woman lost to a love forced upon

Her

In a place dark as the shiny exoskeleton

Of

A spineless black ant.

Grazing

In the Fields of Emptiness,

Filled

With Everything of Nothing.

In

The far away galaxies of the eyes of

A

Child's pupils, lost in the love of

Oneself,

A red bluejay giggles its china

Tune,

Speaking of lies as true as untold,

Of

A time when mistakes were beauty,

And

Imperfection was God.

-Manuel A Hurtado

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jas_I_M]

Thanks for the review Manuel ! Looking forward to learn from you !
A word or two on the subject of red bluejays is a beautifully described poem of yours ! the theme is nicely shown and the nature of the poem is awesome ! Great write