My Last Give A Damn Note


In this place of old crows
I wear my peacock smile
while I pluck their tongues
from my feathers.

In the downbeat of my own drum
I play my last give a damn note.
Opinions nest on dead limbs.
My wings fly where there’s no winter.


©Susie Clevenger 2016


Image: Gloria Swanson ~ Photographer ~ Alfred Cheney Johnston



Comments

Kerry O'Connor said…
Opinions nest on dead limbs.. that says a whole in this day.
Debi Swim said…
I love that first line... and by the time I get to the end I want to fly with her.
You go, birdie! I love the defiant tone here.
Anonymous said…
Marvelous fancy, this.
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Clever write. My wings fly there too.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Jim said…
I liked your "give a damn note" idea. Next should come, "Frankly, ...," but instead you fly away. I didn't write for the agony but should have. My poem's flight was on "the new train."
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Sanaa Rizvi said…
Unforgettable write!!❤️
Sherry Blue Sky said…
"My wings fly where there's no winter....." I love that.
kaykuala said…
Opinions nest on dead limbs.
My wings fly where there’s no winter

Not to be restrained by others' opinions, a good policy to adopt! We are not privy to their motives! We just seek good grounds like migrating birds and forget about others!

Hank
Magaly Guerrero said…
Take me with you. My soul can sure use some summer...