stay productive
he tells himself as
the anxiety
pulses
he knows as long
as he keeps
writing
never stands
too still
he can stay one
step ahead of
his eventual collapse
as long as he
ignores the pieces
left behind
calculates how to
continue minus
a few essential
support systems
he shouldn’t fall
completely apart
for days or even
months
the only time he
seems like himself
is in the quiet
as he whispers
his love to the
sparrows that
follow his every move.
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This is interesting to me:
the only time he
seems like himself
is in the quiet
as he whispers
his love to the
sparrows that
follow his every move.
Are the love songs he writes for sparrows
the metaphor for writing poetry/ for being the poet?
He is himself writing/as the writer?
I don’t mean to dissect your poem.
I like how he finds “himself” at the end of this poem.
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the sparrows love poems about love, and he only can find himself when he lets it flow for his feathered audience, rather than whispering alone. i think.
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sweet Mike. I like your fine feathered friends. you speak sparrow well.
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Something new, Something beautifully written.
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anything to not grow stagnant
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Oh
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