Wing

Wing

 

 

pelicans cower in the flying humidity

wings sweating against the pale charmer

of a sky

infected by the scorching breeze of discontent

there are oceans of insurrection

 

but the birds never sate their appetites

for abandon and political ridicule

they just pick at dead carcasses

and sleep on unsteady rooftops.

 

 

erin-cilberto

6/28/2021

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

I feel like a Pelican on a Roof Top; however
I prefer 🍉 Watermelon….. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ha ha....thanks for the smile, Pat.
j.

[Carola]

i love birds & flying.
a lovely picturesque poem.
interestingly flock birds do have their own political hierarchy.... generally, it's all about real estate!
with pelicans, if 2 eggs hatch siblicide is common, the older stronger one, usually 2 days old, winning.
cheerio carola

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, Carola,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

Nature isn’t burdens with politics or what people are offended by. They care about survival and staying alive.

Humans are too worried about what others are doing and how they are living. We want to dictate to others how they should live and be. It’s a crazy world and it is very different from all other species

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, dictating how others live, we seem to want to do that. Thank you, P.B.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

A constant reminder that while the human species creates the oceans of insurrection and the scorching breeze of discontent, the natural world tries its best to carry on regardless. Those birds on the roof tops doing what they do best. Building their nests, raising their young, feeding them until they fledge. What excellent parents they are. Working together. Pity we don't take a leaf out of their book. Wonderful poem J, with great imagery.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, a leaf from the tree upon which they rest,
thank you, Chris,
j.