Thief
Desperate to grasp the holy grail of seedy suet,
tiny claws strain through the iron grid
meant for long-billed birds—
not pesky, tall-tailed thieves.
Most of us want out, not in,
but, like this scavenger,
have no one to help us
unlatch the door to freedom
or possession.
Taking pity
I toss out a corn cob—
and later hear him scramble
inside my bedroom wall—
intruding on my privacy
and precarious peace.
What is it with compassion?
It feeds a hungry heart
but leaves the thief at liberty
to steal again.
Seeds of dreams sit just outside my window
imprisoned by grids of pain and fear
awaiting some new filcher to spring the lock
and chew them up again.
I really like the imagery in the first, third, and fifth stanzas; they paint a strong picture that the reader can relate to. The second and fourth stanzas, however, seem to be more analyzing the stanzas above them, drawing conclusions the readers need to make for themselves. I think the poem would be much stronger through either omitting that section or rewriting them to fit the original style throughout the rest of the piece. Some of the word choices made were original and did much to catch the reader’s interest; overall this was an enjoyable poem to read.
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