My Last Give A Damn Note


In this place of old crows
I wear my peacock smile
while I pluck their tongues
from my feathers.

In the downbeat of my own drum
I play my last give a damn note.
Opinions nest on dead limbs.
My wings fly where there’s no winter.


©Susie Clevenger 2016


Image: Gloria Swanson ~ Photographer ~ Alfred Cheney Johnston

Real Toads ~ The Tuesday Platform


Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Opinions nest on dead limbs.. that says a whole in this day.
November 8, 2016 at 3:20 PM
Debi Swim said…
I love that first line... and by the time I get to the end I want to fly with her.
November 8, 2016 at 3:40 PM
Buddah Moskowitz said…
You go, birdie! I love the defiant tone here.
November 8, 2016 at 5:42 PM
Anonymous said…
Marvelous fancy, this.
November 8, 2016 at 5:56 PM
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Clever write. My wings fly there too.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
November 8, 2016 at 7:17 PM
Jim said…
I liked your "give a damn note" idea. Next should come, "Frankly, ...," but instead you fly away. I didn't write for the agony but should have. My poem's flight was on "the new train."
..
November 8, 2016 at 9:56 PM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Unforgettable write!!❤️
November 9, 2016 at 10:15 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"My wings fly where there's no winter....." I love that.
November 9, 2016 at 7:40 PM
kaykuala said…
Opinions nest on dead limbs.
My wings fly where there’s no winter

Not to be restrained by others' opinions, a good policy to adopt! We are not privy to their motives! We just seek good grounds like migrating birds and forget about others!

Hank
November 10, 2016 at 5:34 AM
Magaly Guerrero said…
Take me with you. My soul can sure use some summer...
November 10, 2016 at 8:50 PM
Post a Comment