Kurt Ravidas Poet Sonnet

Birds

The boundless ocean of imagination,
as salty as the lymph inside your brain,
became a breeding field of the cetacean
ideas... I'm afraid, you'd plagued in vain 
by merciless insomnia, the poet:
they have a water lifestyle at this time,
but soon they'll turn into the birds, you know it,
("you know it" is the Robert Browning's rhyme*).
They will grow up, peck out the poet's liver,
caw, clang, cluck, quack, crow, tweet, cheep, chirp and then
they spread their wings and leave the caregiver
alone with his insomnia again.

Get used, the poet, to the fact that they,
no matter clipping wings, to fly away.


* "The Glove" by Robert Browning.

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Gershon Wolf October 10, 2019 at 4:44 PM Shades of Alfred Hitchcock's classic film, 'Birds,' with Tippi Hedren (I think). It's an oldie, that's for sure. ~ 1960. Thanks, Gershon Kurt Ravidas October 10, 2019 at 5:15 PM I saw that movie. Cetacean ideas move in mysterious ways)

Kurt Ravidas October 9, 2019 at 5:38 AM Rewritten and edited.