I cannot give you my sparrow.
I unlocked the cage and sent it home, away
from me. I have nothing left.
I’m eaten up. Sometimes I want
to surrender, to give it all over to the quiet
field. I am an exhibition, no beauty left
for myself. I want to be covered
with the honey of another language.
I’m tired of the tether, I’m tired.
I am no sycamore, no rooted cherry tree.
I am sick and broken, palms open, begging
you please, see, I have no bread.
No bird to play you a song. No golden cup.
No poppy face flower. Only this breath
that’s yours, there’s nothing left.
“I want to be covered with the honey of another language”. Absolutely beautiful. Well done!
well written poem better than the rest of the lot.first two lines were beautiful!!keep up the good work.keep writing!!