This Poem was Submitted By: Michael Bird On Date: 2007-04-27 07:38:31 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Broken Bird

You once slipped the surly bonds of Earth Danced the skies on silvered wings Chased the wind and flew Where eagles dare not But now you are a broken bird Thrown in a scrap pile Like so many other castoffs I saw and felt your beauty As you lay there in that pile of rubble With great hopes and dreams  Of restoring you So that once again You`d be all shiny and new When I touched your skin I felt the wind rushing by so fast It felt like I was flying next to you I could hear the whine of your turbine As it spooled up for flight I felt the heat from your white hot exhaust Searing everything in it`s path The pulsing and throbbing of your mighty engine Was quite evident when the afterburner lit But,alas, your restoration  Was never meant to be I never will know anything about you Your tail number,your age Or anything of the pilots that guided you On your many flights into the clouds Your destiny,it seems Is to become someones lawnmower or barbeque grill Yet,it would be most fitting and appropriate If you would end up as new parts For other aircraft And once again Soar where eagles dare not And feel The wind rush against your skin 

Copyright © April 2007 Michael Bird

Additional Notes:
Sadly,the death ofn an F-16 fighter jet

This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-04-30 06:38:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.66667
Perhaps you did not get to restore this 'bird' poet but in reality you certainly gave it one last flight with this have allowed readers to not only see this majestic piece of work fly once more soaring where Eagles cannot go but you further allowed for the engine to be heard, for the wind to be felt, for the heat to warm our hearts and thus we can create our own pilots that flew this one on so many missions......well done and welcome have been missed. God Bless, Claire

This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2007-04-29 11:41:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Michael, I would have left off the note. This would have been in better keeping with how broad the context applies to the reationship your images have with so many other "piles of disgard". Appreciation of your poems comes easily to anyone that has seen the fields, river bends, and piles of disgarded planes, tanks, ships...anything once proud by purpose now reduced to scrap. Not a footnote away is ourselves and the "scrap pile" we fear ourselves becoming...even to those near and dear. This somber aspect of life and your poem is always with those that must face life with mortality bearing down upon their future. The almost sentience you extrapolate to the F-16 by offering what experience it had shared with pilots, "The wind rush against your skin", "Your destiny", "the whine of your turbine", "The pulsing and throbbing...", "your beauty"...all grant this aspect to the mix. I've noticed instead of flights of imagery you sustain your poetic insights better through the selection of how you relate the context of story and blending of description into an almost dramatic core, here, that of an almost Ozymandias irony. Delightful. JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2007-04-27 11:22:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.61111
Hi Michael....I just did an in-depth crit of this poem, hit the wrong key and zapped it out...I hate it when that happens! I am really in awe of this poem. It is clever and innovative and speaks of a tradegy but somehow you managed to give this broken jet life. You have used a plethora of descriptive words and try as I might I can't pick a favorite as that would do an injustice to the remainder of the poem. So let it suffice to say that I love this poem and the way in which you wrote it....a standing ovation for this one. Glad to see you posting here again. Cheers....Marilyn
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