Monday, January 30, 2012

Splash du Jour: Monday


One thing about birds.
Not a one of them smiles.
Not ever.

Yet, give me wings
and I imagine my face ripping
off from the smiling alone.

Not to mention the wind itself
hollowing out my jowls
as I swoop and dive.

Defying what I know about gravity
in a macabre smile
thinking thoughts

no bird, anywhere, has
ever thunk.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

Have a great Monday!



Beth said...

Why do we all dream of flying – and smiling?

Maybe birds do smile – and we just don’t recognize their version of a smile… :)

BBB said...

I love this piece of work. Thanks Cip

Cipriano said...

Beth -- we dream of flying because walking is so..... pedestrian. I admire the gift of flight, but I do feel sorry for the pigeons all huddled on my balcony when their soaring is done, their little bird-knees knocking in the cold.

Thank you, BBB.

Amritorupa Kanjilal said...

I loved this poem Cip! But birds are probably meh! about flying, it's probably pedestrian to them... maybe they wish they could walk gracefully :)