The title of the following poem is taken from a book written a long
time back by James Hadley Chase. Even though I haven’t read this book
myself, my uncle used to tell us the stories when we were young. This
title lived in me for a long, long time and today at work it struck me
these lines.
Vulture Is A Patient Bird.
Rain came down all around filling,
Every bit of Earth around and my soul,
Flowers sprouted and with breeze danced,
So did I upon the meadows, in my wanderings alone.
The parrots, sparrows and robins,
Gave away music in competition,
So did I along with the birds with my whistles.
Some mornings woke up I,
And listened to the nightingales pathos,
That always reminded me of a heart in silence,
Somewhere away far away from me.
The warmth in the air went away,
So did all the fellow singers,
Nature’s ballet around the meadows closed,
The nightingale some mornings still sung,
But most of the time the boo of owl I heard,
May be mocking the loser left alone.
The Artic breeze slowly gained its strength,
But I was still there upon the meadows,
Going round and round in my walking,
Time and seasons make no sense,
To a waiting heart in chaos.
Silence induced in the freezing rain, fear,
That led to anger and oneself in battle,
With conscience about the purpose,
Someone won in the mind boggling game,
In through the cold evening breeze I walked,
To go as far away as I can,
From every bit of life I know and I may know.
As the evening grew darker and darker,
And my legs grew heavier and heavier,
Under the lonely fat tree I laid.
Upon the tree I heard the pecking of the beaks,
In the half moon light I saw,
Vultures from branch to branch hopping,
Upon the hardwood barks sharpening,
Their beaks with their bloody eyes upon me.
‘Come and eat me when you are ready, Said I,
As at least to your belly may be beneficial,
This unfortunate vagabond’s flesh and blood’.
I woke up next morning finding myself,
Though a bit frozen but bright and sound.
To my surprise the Vultures were still up there,
Oh’ hungry they were,
And every bit of them in chaos,
But they have their laws of nature,
And they wait till life is gone away,
From their pray forever,
Their patience shown me more light,
Than the gloomy wintry morn spreading,
With a smile back to the meadows I walked,
To wait for my darling to be ready to speak.
ooh vultures. They remind me of Lion King..I’d like to read that book! What’s it about? Happy Halloween!
Halloween’s great ^_^. I dressed up as a cat and declared my costume as “Not a Cat” (Sorry, is very much an inside joke. But it’s different because I’ve seen a few dressed up as cats on campus and I was the only cat not a cat) ^_^.
Oops ^_^; sorry you feel weird posting four comments on mine. I guess I should begin a new post ^_^;
Oh great write…I like the feel of this one. Thanks for stopping by and hope you have a wonderful day.
=TBR=
this is really a great piece!
yes its a lovely poem- especially the last line i am for some reason drawn to it.
i went trick or treating and it was eprfectly splendid of course.. and me and my friends felt a bit silly, but hey, we are simply big kids. no one can ask anything more of us.
you are neveer to old for full moons and pillow cases full of candy….
-faE
This is a lovely story. Great imagery.
oh wow.
i love the imagery. i love the title :). i love what i feel you are saying….
beautiful work, as always….
how was your halloween??
i’m finally back here!!! LOL…
as i’ve perceived, this poem really spoke out a patience and new hope for the main character. you have a wonderful talent to portray a dark side of life and renewing it through colors of nature… amazing….
take care.
=)
alas thy faithful reader has been awoken from her slumber and now she is wide awake and hungry for more knowledge in your ingenious writing…
random: i am reading old american literature books… and i find it astounding how they speak in elegance. all i hear now are words and sentences missing a certain pronounciation…. and i have a hard time understanding them.
sorry… i thought i might share that with you….
=)
great poem! thanks for sharing.
That is a fantastic title. I like to do that as well, either borrow titles or turn lines that I like into the title.
The poem following it is fantastic too.
lisa