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Based on a True Story

Posted 05-16-2017 at 09:37 PM by Ludlum'sDaughter14
Updated 05-16-2017 at 09:39 PM by Ludlum'sDaughter14
Tonight I got out my notebook and started to write a poem about how I didn't know how to write this poem, but then I ended up writing the original poem, so... Yeah. This poem is about an experience I had on Saturday when I was out walking and took a detour through a small, mostly empty parking garage (detour may not be the right word, since it was more like deliberate wandering, complete with random photos of the top level for no reason besides personal amusement, but I digress). At first I didn't think I could write the poem because the idea seemed too cliche, but once I put pen to paper, it all evolved into a tidy, though perhaps less than professional, poem package. I swear, there's something magical about the combination of spiral-bound college-ruled notebooks and a quality gel pen.


Cardinal in a Parking Garage

You fluttered back and forth
between glass windows, desperate
for escape, but finding none.
Proud, scarlet wings reflected
the bloody fear in both our heads:
regal plumes drooping with exhaustion,
swift-booted heartbeat sprawling headlong.

There were two ways out.
One: the door I held open for
minutes on end,
calling, then playing your song,
then staying silent and still.
But you refused to cross
that threshold to freedom while I stood nearby.

Two: the next level down, where
the stairwell opened onto a concrete lot,
breath of blue skies whistling over the half-wall.
You disappeared below for a moment,
but when I tiptoed down the steps,
you fled my presence to reclaim
your million-dollar upstairs view.

My own heart faltered, but
my feet did not; you were never
mine to keep nor mine to lose.
Now, only the God of sparrows knows
whether you fell to the ground,
or whether you, at this moment,
climb toward the heavens.
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  • Old Comment
    A cardinal flew in front of my car the other day while I was driving by the same parking garage. I think he made it out.
    Posted 05-28-2017 at 05:26 AM by Ludlum'sDaughter14 Ludlum'sDaughter14 is offline
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