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Pigeons at the end of winter

by mikejedw

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 May 2002 · 4 comments

Their molt is snowing from the brownstone ledge when, suddenly, they burst against the air and flutter into this week's milder wind. The flock of fat gray birds are thunder clouds; their wings, in chorus, like an echoed storm.

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[6] anonymous 13-May-02/9:43 AM Reply
The people who voted 3 for this poem are clearly idiots. Probably responsible for the most of the lame-ass juvenile shit on this site. At least this poem dealing with a tangible. I give it a 9. - Aduren
[9] hoopoe 19-May-02/3:29 AM Reply
I agree with Aduren... you are a poet Mike no doubt for a second.

but this isn't up to your best .. the last two lines don't reach anywhere for me.. I love the first three!!! well, not quite .. I think it's the last line, it doesn't really resolve or say anything new. what a wonderful opening line especially though...
a pleasure to read you ..
[9] deleted user 12-Jul-02/8:29 AM Reply
A bit like Lord Byron, excellent
[5] Dark Angle 5-Oct-02/1:39 AM Reply
hmm, i wish this sort of poetry interested me so i could praise this poem, but i do not connect, sorry, the porn star sonnet was a slam dunk though