The Pigeon Man

Slow and stoop-shouldered
He walks in a mincing shuffle,
His head leading the way
In a wise knowing nodding
Of agreement to something
I'm not able to hear . . .
And I think:
There is a time he remembers
When he could fly.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-02-10 at 16:09

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John Ashleigh
I feel when I read this that I am walking a long road, seeking inspiration as I go - only to spot something that catches my eye reminding me of something I haven't written about before.

Just writing how you see in your minds eye is a very clever thing. This poem was very enjoyable. Thankyou for sharing.

Your friend,
John.
2011-02-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is poetic perfection, Fog. It's well-written. It's coherent (and says something worthwhile). It has a real beginning and real ending, and it's compact. Bravo!
2011-02-13


Nancy Sikora
This reminds me of the old men I'd see walking the streets of Queens, many of whom were probably WWII vets (and may then have flown.)
2011-02-12