Life and Limb

Life and Limb



The lone bird sits on the swaying branch,

close to the trunk.

Although his sustenance,

both physical and spiritual -

the delicacy and adventure alike -

lay tantalizingly beyond his reach.


And all he has to do is take that step out.

His feet - they work, but the branch wobbles.

His eyes perceive most finely

all that which he could have

but for that forsaken step;

over-ridden by his doubt, his fear of falling.


Doubting his own wings,

fearing that they will not flap for him,

that the law of gravity makes no exceptions! -

he is lonely and frustrated;

he is flightless and hungry -

afraid that he will fall - will fail - despite them.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Could just see that lone bird in the tree.


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

This is a beautiful poem filled with imagery and a captivating rhythm. Thumbs Up!

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