dying breed

by kickit22auburn, Washington, USA

Jul 2011 633 Views 15 comments

dying breed

deep in thought
sitting on a ledge
with a piece of bread
waiting for the water
wondering if the doves will fly
or the pigeons will die
holding on every breath
watching the moon
singing a tune
listening too the waves
but the water never comes
so i'm going home
but saw the pigeons fly
then realized
the doves had died

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Posted: Jul 2011

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country_lady67clarion, Pennsylvania USAJul 23, 2011

Kickit~ sometimes when we expect something to happen, we are in awe that the opposite has instead..I really like it not just one particular line but as a whole..

call me sappy but I got tears in my eyes..

niah9Auckland, New ZealandJul 23, 2011

sadness....sums it up in my mind...loss of life-beauty....niah

marikiaTbilisi, GeorgiaJul 23, 2011

Let us suppose you're stuck in the middle, knowing not which way to go because of the narrowness of choice between pigeons and doves. I guess there is hardly any difference, so the choice is tough. You set me thinking in earnest about the choices we make in life. Thank you for sharing this one.

Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJul 23, 2011

Hi Kickit,

A lovely metaphor for the things that happen to us in life. We gain and we lose. Life goes on. Just have to accept...that at least you "saw the pigeons fly". A nice philosophic one.

boyshchrm6barrie, Ontario CanadaJul 23, 2011

Perhaps the doves represent the peacemakers of our world
and they are an endangered species and perhaps also life
throws us curves we never even imagine. I believe both are
true kickit.

DaBomb72Mantova, Lombardy ItalyJul 23, 2011

"but the water never comes
so i'm going home
but saw the pigeons fly
then realized
the doves had died"

Kickit....your "dying breed" is a living creed. Something's always up for what's down. A mark of balance which often includes losses.

Excellent poem !

Ladybee42East Liverpool, Ohio USAJul 23, 2011

What you say is very true - poetry like beauty is in the ear/eye of the beholder. It reminded me of the morning doves here in CT. Some people call them rain crows because they coo after rain too. Their sound is distinct and very calming, I would hate to think they died - it would be as though someone's love had died. Very cool poem kickit

PinkpoetressClarksburg, West Virginia USAJul 23, 2011

Kickit,
Deep is right. Sad too. It definately brings out many emotions in me. Nice write.

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USAJul 23, 2011

Hi, kickit22,
The waves being heard but the water never comes makes one think of the outgoing tide. Perhaps the doves will return when the tide comes in. One can only hope!

elo777santa cruz, California USAJul 24, 2011

I was sad for the doves.....ELO..

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKJul 24, 2011

Excellent write kickit

FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKJul 24, 2011

Hi Kickit

There is a depth of meaning in this poem: You use words here with stunning simplicity - a great read...

Best wishes

Bill

kickit22OPauburn, Washington USAAug 7, 2011

Just want to thank you
odette and fellsman for you great comments

your right there certainly is a deeper thought in this, I thank you for recognizing that.

kickit

moonontideSydney, New South Wales AustraliaAug 7, 2011

kickit
Truly I do not think they are a dying breed.Its just that we are blasted by too much impersonal communication these days.There are magic moments every moment if we stop and look.The doves are within us. And they are there.Look at our corner.

But I still love your poem

Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoSep 20, 2011

Well i would conclude that you're waiting for something to happen,a release from a depraved state but it never comes true at all for you to rise to the skies,instead your dreams and aspirations simply dies.