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Mortality Smothers

life is a feather on the wind ~ fallen from a sparrow who's not sinned

borne and adrift upon the air ~ brushed away like a stray strand of hair

fragile wanderer in doldrum streams ~ illuminated by moonbeams

floating on currents o'er the sea ~ never asks, "What's to become of me?"

a wisp, floundering where it doesn't belong ~ when it's done nothing wrong

A living thing, drawing breath ~ before it fell into the sea of death?

fragile are feathers and lives ~ torn asunder when an ill wind arrives

man's mortality smothers ~ but feathers... a sparrow can grow others
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Beaufort Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 4:02 PM
I like the closed loop you constructed. It makes me think about the Earth and our lives, which our planet supports. The comparison of lives and feathers is compelling. Thanks for sharing this.
Kavanagh  Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 12:32 PM
Thought provoking Lin, the feather probably has about the same significance to the sparrow, as a nail clipping does to us, they do their job, and then recycled back into the earth; mans mortality is an ill wind when it arrives, but I have inkling his/her consciousness goes way deeper right into the fabric of the universe! what a great series of rhyming meaningful monokus, cheers David
Lane Avatar
February 18, 2024 at 1:02 PM
Thanks, David. They're a challenge to me, no matter the subject matter, and I have you to thank for getting me interested in rhyming them. soooo thanks.
Alhemaidy Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 3:27 PM
Wonderful pure poetry! A favorite! Lovely Lin have a nice day ~ AA
Lane Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 10:02 PM
Thank you so very much for your kind words, ~AA.
Rodgers Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 2:07 PM
Dearest Lin, Your poem left me with a gentle ache and a lingering thought. The image of a feather, so innocent and light, lost and adrift, creates a poem of life's fragility and uncertainty. I love the use of contrasting forces in your poem. The feather, "borne and adrift" yet illuminated by "moonbeams," speaks to the beauty and wonder even in the midst of vulnerability. The ending, with its contrasting fragility of feathers and lives against a sparrow's ability to regrow, offers a glimmer of hope. It says to me that while individuals may be vulnerable, life itself possesses a remarkable resilience and capacity for renewal. What a beautifully written poem, Lin. I'm sure it will continue to linger in my mind. - Blessings, Daniel
Lane Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 10:01 PM
Life is so very fragile, isn't it? Too many of us take it for granted that we'll have a tomorrow to do the things we want, or to say, "I love you," to those we hold dear. Thank you, Daniel for always making my poetry is worthwhile writing. That's extremely encouraging.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 7:47 AM
What a wonderful job you’ve done with this series of monokus! Following the feather in its death spin…a sparrow who’s not sinned…it’s done nothing wrong…mortality smothers…Blessings, dear Lin
Lane Avatar
February 17, 2024 at 8:46 AM
Good morning, Kim and I'm grateful for your reflections on my Monoku. Have a fun-filled weekend, sweet friend.
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