If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
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This poem is painful and poignant, full of powerful imagery and resonant emotion. Like a plea for hindsight that has yet to be observed, like catching smoke.
It reminds me of one of my favourite Edwin Morgan poems ‘One Cigarette’.
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Welcome to my blog.Thank you very much & pleased to meet another poet.I shall look up Edwin Morgan. Katherine
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