James Marshall Goff Poet Narrative

Dreamtime: Birdman

On a cliff high above the sea
Pitching china cups for tribal shootists.
Upon finishing, walking to the edge
To speak with the elders of these cliff dwellers.
Looking below, a most strange bird was
Ambling with others of his kind.
Introductions were made as my gaze
Fell upon one more strange than 
All the others.
His head, all in feathers, spoke with
Authority…averting my gaze so as not to
Appear awkward, I marveled at his command
Of all he surveyed,
Surely, answers to our existence
He understood above all others.
At this moment, I drifted
Back to the present,
Forever changed.

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Daver Austin June 10, 2011 at 11:39 AM This bird had all the answers, eh? Wonderful imaginative stuff. LOve, daver

Debbie Guzzi June 4, 2011 at 6:07 PM ohhh I just finished a journal on The Dreamtime very very unusual folk thos aborigines! So glad to see you stretch your wings in my last contest. Light & Love

Poet Destroyer A May 26, 2011 at 10:31 AM Jimbo, one strong vision... entwined with a dream.... very strange... this is one free falling image with the amazing virtual of a bird-man... enjoyed,..p.d.

Debbie Guzzi May 23, 2011 at 5:26 AM Above poem so odd? Brought to mind the doodoo bird and that cool pelican or flamingo bird thingie in Alice!!! [I would SO love you to take the challenge of my Jack OUT of the Box BUT since you NEVER want to take input from anyone [poke/tickle] I don't think you'd accept? On the off chance you would PLEASE enter!] Light & Love

Gwendolen Song May 22, 2011 at 5:54 PM Such a vivid dream you had here-Birdman. Reminds me of a James Patterson book about biologically altered children who could fly.... I imagine a very strange scene amongst the cliffs with bird people...So, probably the bird chief was covered in the most beautiful feathers of all....could develop this captivating scene into a short story! Thanks for sharing... Gwendolen

Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2011 at 12:47 PM Somewhat of a mystical quality to this poem that I greatly enjoyed, Jimbo. Could it be this bird was the Holy Ghost? Surely He would stand out among all the others and certainly take command while answering to our existence. Such a sighting would leave me forever changed as well. Excellent write, my friend. Thanks for stopping by. Love, Carolyn