Gallery Trip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about a trip to an art gallery.

Submitted: July 22, 2012

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Submitted: July 22, 2012



Entered the gallery,
browsed, walked, I met a creature,
boots, suit, two headed bird with human features.
So dark, so elegant. I ask for the time,
it walks toward I.
Bone on one hand, and a watch on the left
fellow brethren fly in the sky,
feathery tear drops sway to the floor,
a single regret engraved upon each one.
The cardboard figure stands still,
on display at the gallery side.

I’m born, crack open egg shells.
A call, I’m being fed, naked I am.
Feathers drop on to the nest, I pick them up.
I need help, can’t fly on my own. I jump off,
glide, just to prove them wrong.
No savior came along to assist with my fall.
Tears of sorrow drop from the nest,
the flock sings of belief abandonment.

Im free to roam, do as thou want.
Broken chains.

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