by John Riley
"I loved that pigeon as a man loves a women, and she loved me.” Nikola Tesla
Stay sweet pigeon.
Swallow the seed.
Fill your pale stomach.
Feel the sunlight
on my window sill.
Hear the sky burn!
Stay sweet pigeon.
Flutter into my room.
Soon the window will rattle.
Clouds will spin like madmen.
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First published at Connotation Press. Thanks, Mia
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Sigh. This is so, so lovely, John. *
"Flutter into my room." Gorgeous! And the quote, whoa. I want to know more about that.*
Thanks so much Kathy and Emily. I have a picture of the pigeon but sadly am not smart enough to know how to upload it here.
Aw, that's a shame. You know, when this place first opened up for business, you were given the option to upload a picture with your story. it was so fun and cool! I guess there were copyright issues or something, but I loved that. (I don't know how to do it on my own either!)
Clouds will spin like madmen. ***
This is lovely and that last stanza is gorgeous. "*"
I'm not sure why, but this poem has the feel of a translation from another language. Maybe because your choice of words is transcendent.
Thanks Kathy, Tara, Kyle and Gita. I'm glad you think that, Gita, because English wasn't Tesla's first language. I wanted a sense of that.
I actually hadn't picked up on that, John, but rereading, yes, I see it. "clouds will spin like madmen" is such an extraordinary line.
Perfect antidote to the other one, the anonymous one that's often used to shock. *****
I see what Gita said. A strange poignance.
Beautiful.*
*, John. Stunning.
Thank you guys so much. Means so much. (I'm not sure which one you're talking about Mathew?)
Lovely, John. Simple. Stark and not begging for reader's emotion.
A certain Zen peacefulness.
Thanks Lucinda and Daniel. I'm delighted you like it.
"Clouds will spin like madmen."
Wow! fabulous and inspiring piece! *