Birds of a feather (part 1-3)

Another thought provoking read from you as always you make me think and I love it ... the feather does not make the bird, feathers or no the bird is still the bird ... I am much like the girl in your poem ... I used to perform weekends and always dress for whatever I was doing and then weekdays I was Mum and trackies joggers and jeans and sweats lol ... ok I rambled but thats a good thing :) always means its an awesome poem ... beautiful work as usual poetess love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

The baked beans or the label on the tin, the chocolate or the paper wrapper?

The baked beans or the label on the tin, the chocolate or the paper wrapper? The enticing promise in the nightclub or the dull reality of a sweaty jogging suit. No contest. Glad I didn't use the bird simile though! K

I am going to give a good look at this and get back, the idea I like very much, great. How many glints make love? See you later - so long - Love Ann

We dress for the occasion. Sometimes the undressing is the most.... ummmm.....delicious. Absolutely love this gem of a poem, Nina. Well done juxtopositioning, and a beautiful tale. I'd like to see a full story. It's that good! ~A

I like the way you used the bird and then the person---at first I wondered: where is she going with this bird? Although, I think, there may be people who would rather watch the girl walking the dog in a tracksuit (a good looking dog doesn't hurt either)than the dancer in latex. On your ending question: could be a toss-up, depends on the beholder, I guess. A fun poem, Nina, and very well put together---I enjoyed thinking about it. Yours, Deelilah

things do change in life and if i undrstood what the poet was saying then the first two stanzas tells this in a very explicit way.i love the work.

I am with Jayne on this one, the bird is still the bird and the girl is still the girl. It is so true that many people are only attracted to the glamor and would want to own both bird and girl in their finery. Many of us were that girl. As that girl, once upon a very long time ago, I am ecstatic to say that the girl still lives on in the eyes of my mate. Brilliant poem. Always, Cat

Great poem , great comments Seabhac

I went around your poem twice, and to tell you the truth I didn't find a single fault in your reasoning for truth. And my answer to your riddle,lol, is that the bird continues to be with or without feathers, and that feathers don't matter, except in the hypothetical case that one might be allergic to feathers, lol. But seriously, you have impressed me deeply with your poem. Thanks! Sincerely, Hugo

There is a certain bird that sings in the springtime only, multi-coloured feathers sparkle, catch the eye of many a passerby In the autumn when ornate feathers again fall jubilation ceases, and the rare bird is barely noticed at all The very same bird… There is a girl I know who dances only on Saturday nights her shining armour of latex and lace (armor?) catches the eye of many a passerby On workdays when she walks the dog in trainers and tracksuit striding along with seven mile steps unadorned, barely noticed at all Yet it is the very same girl… Does a feather make the bird in the eye of the beholder? Do peacocks cry? Just some thoughts reading it again, Nina.

Yes we must remember that when the peacock's fan is closed it is still a peacock, when a star has died it was once a star, and when the beloved's beauty has faded she was once the timekeeper of her lovers heart. A lovely poem on a dear subject. Respect Dalton.

Under great pressure an ugly lump of coal is transformed into what some consider the most dazzling gem on earth, diamond. A caterpillar is an ugly worm to most that chews leaves and damages plants before it becomes transformed into what is considered a lovely, delicate creature.From the comments I've read most of us are looking at the external, the superficial, that is plainly visible with the naked eye.You remarked that you like the diversity of opinion, here's another. Once you get past the exterior,the words so to speak,what I recognized was the transformation taking place.Yes the character remains the initial entity it always has been yet is transformed by the situation into something another may view with new insight.Your poem does exactly that for me and MAKES me reflect upon the observation I make, desirous of the inner depth that exists. That you manage this without drawing a specific reference to it is what I find most appealing about this particular poem. Or maybe I am just growing and you have become a catalyst for that growth. 8) Regardless, I knew awhile back that you were someone I could enjoy reading and could learn from.Thanks for todays lesson Nina. And just a footnote,if I may.The title of part #3 denotes -The end and the last stanza includes "Now she is whole" yet you spoke in a comment of finishing this.Isn't at least a part of this a transformation into something that does finish this,for her if not yet the reader or the author? I would love to read the next edition of her travels and welcome the return of the bird or maybe even baby birds, perhaps it's semantics and I am just rambling on yet I liked what I saw and read what I know IS a wonderful poem that can only further improve if you do choose to continue it. Hope you are able to dissect the compliments from the lengthy response and know I really liked it. Indi