Thoughts like Blackbirds

 

Why are we going so fast? It’s like sitting
on one of those new sewing machines –

Trains rush by wishing they could fly
because blackbirds don’t come here anymore.

What are those black marks then?
They’re all smeared now – were they crying?

Is it the sky again, pretending tears like rain;
just like you did, or was that your dad?

We’ll soon be past those freckles up there. I told you,
there are no more blackbirds to peck at your soul,

no more ants because we only buy fresh –
those are good grains in that bread – eat up.

stains and sewing machines; they never went this fast.

I wish she could keep up with the window as we ride,
but time and oily marks appear inside of lopsided lenses,

inside of those the countryside flits by at 125 mph
and her tired grey eyes can’t take it; her silver

hair drops as she watches crop circles in the carpet.
I eat my sandwiches on scratched Formica, steadying

my coffee’s plastic rumble on the surface while inside
my heart breaks watching the sweeping insensitivity of old age.

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

14 thoughts on “Thoughts like Blackbirds”

  1. wow – this tells such a story, in an interesting way, but the expression of the emotions is intense, and so well done, by incredibly chosen phrases – the scene painted so vividly in my mind! great piece 😀

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Again, you have illustrated such an emotional, persuasive write here.

    Alzheimer’s. Dementia. All and any forms of mental deterioration, none of them should ever be so callously written off ‘as being crazy’. To those closed-minded fiends..shame, shame on them. And to those victims -there are victims whether it be family, friends..such diseases of the mind -it is no one’s fault.

    I wish there were more awareness of diagnoses and treatment.

    Again, Anita, fine, fine writing you have here.

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    1. Very nice. I love using the the rain. When I was small my gran would take me to the coast, which is very near, and the gap between train and platform was so wide, I would crawl over the divide in case I fell in lol.

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