Like The Single Bird Nestles Upto The Polished Glass, ... Poem by John Tansey

Like The Single Bird Nestles Upto The Polished Glass, ...



Like the single bird I bought
because it was cheaper than the pair

Knows the polished glass it nestles upto
is just a reflection of itself,

I know, too at night, that the back of my hand
upon my cheek is no other's but my own.

In such loneliness,
the mind will play the fool when it has to.

The neighbors respect the right to such oddities;
They seldom intrude.

And therein lies their crime, as mine was
to break up such a devoted pair of birds.

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Brian Jani 22 June 2014

This poem is about loneliness and i could actually feel it , well done

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John Tansey

John Tansey

Bronx, New York
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