Sunday, March 31, 2013

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One day
a bird named fear
flapped its wings and sat on your shoulder
whispering sweet nothings  into your ear.
When you closed your eyes in pleasure
It hooted and entered your head.
It furled its feathers and made a nest there.
Since then you hear the beating of its wings
inside your skull.
You see its jet black rapid eyes wherever you look.
Now, you smell the bird even before it appears.
In the night, lying beside your man
feeling his body against yours
you wonder whether you belong,
 a place
as uncertain as your unborn child!

20 comments:

The Unknowngnome said...

Dark indeed and sad but so full of imagery and uncertain wonder. Fear not a bird or yourself.

This goes on my "favs of yours" list my dear Moon.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is an imaginative poem - the bird entering one's head, hearing the beating of its wings..........an intriguing write, Moon.

Brian Miller said...

dang...what an eerie feel to this one...that bird called fear sucks the life out you....even worse in that last intimate moment you portray....shivers...

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This is such a touching piece--the emotional quality is so close to the surface here--and it is so well written

poetry-diary.com said...

I found this interesting - slightly unnerving and warm at the same time, as if fear is both unsettling and also comforting. By writing about it, the fear is already part-tamed.

rkgaron said...

Very nice. Thank you.
ZQ

Mary said...

Intense, beatiful, captivating, and thought-provoking ---- all in one package! Wow.

deeps said...

does fear really whisper sweet nothings?
let go of it and embrace the beauty :P

Celestial Dreamz said...

@ deeps - :-) smiles ... well a relevant question ... you know sometimes you do not recognise your fear and let it come and build a nest into you and later they show the true color and over power your psyche ... or may be you love the 'beauty' of certain things in the beginning without realising that it might be a source of another fear in your mind - the fear of losing it! .... by the way may I ask how old you are? Please do not mind me asking :)

deeps said...

that answer makes sense, the best explanation i guess is given by - Alfred Lord Tennyso "Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
as for age, it s wrong platform to reveal :))

gautami tripathy said...

Such beautiful writing...Loved it.....

inside that bowl, I see the whole world

Celestial Dreamz said...

@ deeps - haha yup you are so right and Iam sorry for asking ... you know actually I was a bit confused looking at your profile pic and wasn't sure if I can discuss the nuances of relationships with you ... well anyway you sound matured enough ... :-)

Rose said...

Fabulous write Moon. Once fear has made a nest it is hard to ignore it while it manifests itself it purges trust in others and instils in you a fear to give yourself entirely to another. And your last line is captivating! Well done!

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Dark Knight said...

Very clever poem, beautiful and eerie at the same time. It invokes a lot of different emotions in the reader. One of your best ones, Moon!

ayala said...

Fear sucks life out of us..a great write my friend.

Anonymous said...

There is Awe, a Sublime Dread ...Thats The "Fear" in this write and theme and It was and is an Involuntary-Voluntary Attraction and Fascination. The Fear which was a captivating Love ...and The Fear of losing it, is becoz of Love that has been compounded and wound and bound in it , that every time The Awe Appears to make one aware in the Thoughts, so one is are in Constant Dread of losing it and in The Reverence , Time and Again.. whether one sits, stands, sleeps. with people or in aloneness ... , The Dread is in The Mind and heart , The Anticipation , The Fear , viz Strange Love that moves The Life...and In The Loving Dread the one lives and moves and have its being...This Write is Ambiguous about The Fear and The Love , but its is the same , since they are One in here viz the heart of the protagonist..

Adhi Das said...

Emotions r common every where & fear is there in every mind like the bird u have personified.ur unique way of composing poems invites more readers which has a spell on us. Smiles:)GOD<3U

Gerry Snape said...

that is soo good..."a bird named fear flaps it's wings and sits on your shoulder"....a line or two to remember...so strong.

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

So nice use of , metaphor, bird as fear.