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Rare Bird

February 14, 2012

Tapping the archives for St. Valentine’s Day.  This poem was published along with a few other pieces in the 1992 issue of Janus, the annual literary magazine of my alma mater, Westminster College.  It shared honors as a Janus Award Winner that year.


Rare Bird

White capped mountains stand alone

with trees rising high above them.

Here, in this rugged, frostbitten land

of jagged peaks and carnivorous beasts,

many birds have come and gone,

but few have ever remained.


I pore over it all.

I remember being alone and cold,

yearning for the warm caresses

of friendship and passion; sensations

that only a lover could satisfy.


So I pursued my desire that grew

like the trees in the snow of the mountains;

and, like the birds, lovers came and went.

But none built a nest in my limbs.


Then love entered my life.

A rare bird,

you have built your world around me,

and a home in which our offspring

can nest and grow.


On top of my mountain

it no longer snows.


©1992, 2012 Gentry Avenue Productions. All Rights Reserved.

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Francina permalink
    February 16, 2012 6:12 am

    beautiful comparison , and a lovely poem.
    Ciao, Francina

    • February 16, 2012 8:41 pm

      Thanks! I’ve enjoyed looking back through these poems that have been filed away for so long. Nice to know that some still hold up!

      Cheers, George

  2. February 20, 2012 8:30 am

    Beautiful! I really loved it!

  3. March 24, 2012 10:22 pm


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