Notes About The Poem
Written on October 16th, 2025 for Robert James Liguori's Bruised Bird Contest.
The Bruised Bird
The radiance of sunlight glistens upon a trickling stream,
whilst cotton candy clouds float in the turquoise skies.
Floral scents dance on playful breezes,
as the warmth of a midsummer day blankets the emerald moss.
A weeping willow waits just past the expanding horizon,
among paths of primroses and lavender.
Beneath its draping branches lies a small earthen grave.
Etched upon a smooth piece of granite reads:
“R.I.P. Cheesesteak. In this life your soul may have been bruised,
but in the next, you will soar with the stars.”
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