Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Fed-up Flamingo


Fed-up Flamingo

Distraught and beady-eyed,
the shy, fed-up flamingo
frowned at her image 
in the water down below.
"Why me?" she cried,
 as she peered and sighed
at her backward knees
and purple-webbed toes.
"I hate being a flamboyant,
fluorescent freak.
How I wish I could be sophisticated,
elegant, and sleek.
I just want to hide!
Humph!
There's no chance of that, 
everyone knows,
not with these garish wings, 
pink feathers for clothes!
Oh, if only they could be shiny and black, 
refined and glistening,
like the ravens and crows!"


28 comments:

  1. Love this one, Connie, and it contains some 'deep' thoughts I think... Don't we all wish at times that we were something different from what we are... We all need to celebrate who we ARE ----just like that Flamingo should celebrate his beauty (which is much prettier than a crow)... ha ha

    Great poem.
    Hugs,
    Betsy

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  2. The grass is always greener somewhere else.
    She's a beauty to me!

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  3. This is a GOOD one, Daisy! I agree with Betsy: we all wish to be different at one time or another. Do you ever consider putting your poems into a book? Or maybe you have?

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  4. Daisy.. this is what we all seem to do... looking at other people envying them and not being happy with who we are... What a lovely piece of poetry, one that made me think... I love this type of poem :)

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    1. Daisy, I wanted to tell you will be taking a blog and social media for a little bit... I need to figure out how to sleep :) Catch up with you when I get back, I hope you are enjoying good weather :)

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  5. I love this one . You did an awesome job on it and sure does make one think. I believe all of us has had that feeling sometime in our life. Thanks so much for your beautiful poetry.

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  6. Great poem, Daisy. Hope you are enjoying a nice spring week.

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  7. Good morning Daisy.
    I love your photo and such a thought- provoking poem.
    I so enjoyed it very much!
    I always wanted to be a dancer like my sister and she wanted to be a writer like me ... but we each learned to appreciate the gifts we each had.

    Thanks for sharing this awesome poem :)

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  8. Thank you, everyone. It is so true, isn't it, that we all wish to be different than who we are at times. I took this picture of a flamingo at our local zoo. It's such a beautiful bird, but when I looked at the face of it, it appeared to be angry or upset for some reason. I let my imagination take over after that. I know so many people who are beautiful/wonderful/talented just as they are, and yet they wish they were different. If only they could see themselves the way others see them. :-)

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  9. It is indeed a lovely photo, they are such beautiful markings. Great to hear the background on your poem.

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  10. Both the flamingo and the wording of your poem were great, Daisy. To see ourselves as others see us is what even the poet Robert Burns noted is what many of us fail to do.

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  11. I do like the poem, Connie.
    I'd rather be a flamingo than a crow. Hubby says I'm more like an old crow.
    Yes, we all dislike something about our faces and/or bodies, but I suspect that the flamingo is secretly pleased with her image. It's a shame she looked sad.

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  12. Oh, I love this poem. You've caught the voice of the bird so well. I love the photo, too. I like this poem a lot. I feel like this bird sometimes, too.

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  13. hahaha. Love this Daisy. And love the picture. Yep...me too sometimes can relate. Happy Friday!!!!

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  14. Thank you all for the kind words! Happy weekend everybody! :)

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  15. Love the colors on that bird!!! You really came up with a great poem and it has given us all food for thought. Thanks Daisy....

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  16. So true, one is always looking to be what one is not ! And here I am thinking how lovely to be such a beautiful bird.... but what do I know ? I keep myself in the gray / black / blue colors admiring the boldness and beauty of the flamboyant. Great poem !

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  17. That's funny! But of course we always want to be like someone else.

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  18. O sol é para as flores o que os sorrisos são para a humanidade.(Joseph Addison)
    Obrigada querida, pela visita carinhosa , e suas postagens estão lindas e inspiradoras!
    Um doce abraço, Marie.

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  19. I think deep inside we all want to be different.

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  20. Thank you everyone for your comments. I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. :)

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  21. Ah yes. We always want what we don't have and we don't recognize our own beauty!

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  22. This made me laugh, while sympathizing for the flamingo. Great poem, Daisy, and I especially like the alliteration: "flamboyant,
    fluorescent freak."

    Be well.
    xoRobyn

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  23. I love how she's looking into the water - and yes "flamboyant fluorescent freak"...how funny!!

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  24. Hi Daisy... beautiful poem and a wonderful flamingo!!! :)

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  25. Betty, Robyn, Sandy, and Luis, hello and thank you! I hope you all have a great weekend! :-)

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  26. Pity the flamingo who doesn't see that he/she is indeed more beautiful than the reflection.

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    1. Yes, so true! Thank you, Beatrice. :)

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