The Bird

by ddavidd   Jan 8, 2020


Diminishing in transcendence,
perpetuating in deficiencies!

You are like the fire in my heart
where
I am neither a man
nor a woman,

where the wound of gender are healed,
where
I am not able to be anything
but you,
where things are formless,
where we cannot be nothing without one another,
where
we cannot be anything but one another:
a bird that is always there
but, also
never there,
because
it flies.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I read this poem earlier, and I'm still thinking about it, especially these lines:

    "where the wound of gender are healed"

    ^ To transcend gender, go beyond what we know or are defined by... that's glorious.

    I can't adequately describe how this poem makes me feel. The sense of being, where "things are formless", where there is no existence without the other. The freedom to fly, to be so held together even in flight.

    Reading this as a metaphor, and understanding the infinite presence of love even when away, or physically felt, the connection is there regardless.

    Enchanting poem, ddavidd!

    • 5 years ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you so much. I like the way you relate to my work.

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