POEM STARTER
Submitted by Its_Ady
Write a poem about a bird who was once human.
Even now, it remembers what it was like to have hands, to touch, to hold, and to feel. Now wings beat where arms once moved, but the memories never fade.
The Hands That Were Mine
Perched on a branch, I feel unbalanced.
The world is not mine as I once knew it.
The other birds happily fly and flit.
The world is enhanced, with my bird’s-eye-view;
I see the slightest shift of a leaf,
And I hear the mice below, for a moment, brief.
There once was a time where these wings were hands.
I would farm for hours with these hands,
A farmer of the beautiful lands.
Wistfulness fills me once again.
Where to begin, I cannot say.
But I used to be a human, one day.
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