Poems & Musings,  Writing

Seabirds

Today, I am soft, weak; a shell less hermit crab,

You’re a seagull, beak snatching, eyes pitch and cold.

Tomorrow, I will be that seabird, air-lifted, arrogant,

Tomorrow is years away, but my strength is loyal,

Shrieking back like cicadas just when I’ve forgotten, 

So, today, I say nothing, ask nothing,

Nothing, nothing,

Today, I say nothing.

– Sara Myriad, 2021

Note: this was originally one poem, that branched into two. I liked all of the writing, but decided the imagery was too different between the first and second parts, hence the split.

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