John Lawless Poet Free verse

Folly's Feathers

I pluck its feathers
mumbling……he hates me
he hates me not….
Shrieking he grabs
the feather
its ink turning red
rage
quivering across
a fearful truth….
We are together
scratching
endless words
on nothingness.


©1/8/2018

Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
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Valerie Staton January 9, 2019 at 10:04 PM Very nice poem! John Lawless January 17, 2019 at 7:39 AM Thanks for stopping by to comment Valerie

Carolyn Devonshire January 8, 2019 at 1:31 PM Very interesting, John. To me, it seems like the parrot is a metaphor for something that irritates you. Best wishes in the contest! John Lawless January 17, 2019 at 7:41 AM ...or just the many aspects of me sorting themselves out....Appreciate your comments Carolyn.