Here's a link to my YouTube channel, where you can find me reading my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMbrfKP2H38
Your love is like a frozen bird, a feathered stone falling from the sky. I wish it didn't die. It should be flying, and soring, and healing, against the warm blaze of the afternoon sun--weaving and diving through the coolness of the clouds. But it's gone, and all it can do is plummet and take a few more birds out, on its way down.
I did a poetry reading and book signing at the Clear Lake Public Library. I posted it on my YouTube channel. (Link above.) My books are available on Amazon. They are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls.
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I feel the weight of grief and disappointment in its imagery -especially the idea of love as a "feathered stone," something that should soar but instead falls. The contrast between what love should be (flying, soaring, healing) and what it has become (plummeting, destructive) is heartbreaking. It’s simple but powerful, and the ending leaves me with that sharp ache of watching something beautiful fail.
This poem aches with the kind of beauty only loss can shape. The image of a frozen bird falling from the sky feels both tragic and strangely peaceful, like grief finding its rhythm. Sometimes, when emotions hit too hard, I distract myself with small thrills — lately at https://locowins.org, where chance mirrors the chaos of love.
I feel the weight of grief and disappointment in its imagery -especially the idea of love as a "feathered stone," something that should soar but instead falls. The contrast between what love should be (flying, soaring, healing) and what it has become (plummeting, destructive) is heartbreaking. It’s simple but powerful, and the ending leaves me with that sharp ache of watching something beautiful fail.
It is the last phrase that struck me the most. Dead love does at times take out other birds on its way down. I thought this very perceptive and quite the metaphor.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..