i held the red feather between callous hands
and watched it burn
jade and topaz and brilliant.
my father told me
he had shot the bird;
my mother told me she bore it.
my feather between my callous hands
the last one i had left.
my own sacred heart burning.
and watched it burn
jade and topaz and brilliant.
my father told me
he had shot the bird;
my mother told me she bore it.
my feather between my callous hands
the last one i had left.
my own sacred heart burning.
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brandy:
I don't quite understand the poem? What does it mean to you? What were you feeling when you wrote it?
coliwali:
I think my very favorite shirt in the whole wide world is a plan white T-shirt, that I wrote this space for rent on. And ya know what? I did have a great day.