Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’
Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

This being human is the feather on the ledge
of the building made of stone
teetering with each gust of wind
no matter how small
left there by mistake?
not knowing who left it
nor where it will go
dropped by accident or lost?
never finding its way back to its source
for that is too long gone
and has no idea
that its piece
is there
waiting
to
fall.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

34 thoughts on “Poetics: The Art of Being Human

  1. I love the shape of this poem, Christine, and the metaphor is just right for me on a blustery day, with birds in the garden being blown about. How difficult it is for a single feather! I like the way you ponder on how the feather got there and the fact that it will never find its way back. Being human can be that tragic.

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    1. Thank you Beverly! I just have this image in my mind of this tiny, wispy feather on the concrete ledge of a building….Maybe it is how I am feeling, sort of uneasy wondering where my life is going to go.

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  2. Such a wonderful wonderful perspective and I love the shape of the poem! “This being human is the feather on the ledge
    of the building made of stone teetering with each gust of wind,”… yes!! 💝💝

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