Did you think I'd give up the quest to have you acknowledge me?
Why ask me to zen myself out of existence?
For starters, you could look me in the eye and speak my name.
...You know the one.
Smile and wave, at the very least.
I'm coaching my queenly hand,
A cool, resolute beacon of selfhood. I'd prefer
A blink and nod to this grey zone anonymity,
Neither here nor there.
Since I underpinned your acrobatics,
The day you used me as your pedestal,
Without so much as a "thank you, ma'am",
You seem intent on ignoring my voice,
No matter what I express.
Lucky for me, I once knew a chickadee.
Small comfort, though, these days,
As our world darkens by the second,
The air noxious, unbreathable.
A drum beats beyond the border,
The click and whir of artillery in preparation.
Did you imagine you'd abuse a sovereign nation?
Nay, I say. Property rights merit a true destination.
Something any bird worth her salt would convey.
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
