Sad Sight


In morning light

dead eyes

of a broken-winged blackbird.

Life lost

in a moment

of deepening night.

I see a bird

no longer free

to arise, to sing.

Written for #159

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Sad Sight

  1. Amrit Sinha says:

    This is poignant. Very beautifully expressed.


  2. Ah that is sad. I love birds and they are so delicate. It is surprising that we don’t see more injured or dead.


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