I am a pigeon but none cares or knows <br />my friends forsake me like a memory loss <br />alone in the garden I'm consumed by woes <br />my family flies in oblivious host <br />Gethsemane's throes unknown to most <br />and yet still I live - I'm not yet toast <br /> <br />Into the void of scorn and noise <br />into the living hell of wakeful dreams <br />no sense of able-bodied feathered life or joys <br />on a wing and a prayer my life's esteems <br />those lofty hopes engulfed by silent screams <br />are shattered sinew shot - but broken dreams <br /> <br />I long for scenes this pigeon never trod <br />despite the angel woman aiding me adept <br />soon I'll abide with my creator, God <br />and sleep as nestlings oh so sweetly slept <br />untroubling and untroubled where I lie <br />the grass below me - aloft the vaulting sky <br /> <br />Based on a theme 'I am' by John Clare. A lame pigeon is cared for <br />by a kind lady in a Northamptonshire garden, <br />grounded and fated never to fly again.<br /><br />Kris Viscardini<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-wing-and-a-prayer-2/
