Sticky Beak

Sticky

little, baby beak

wee, yellow, peeky beak

 .

.

Orange curiosity,

.

hot blade

ferocity.

.

.

Little beak

tried to speak,

only firey plumes.

 .

Billow forth a punch of smoke

grey, thick

nearly choke

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.

dirty, sooty, ashy toes

charred, tired, naughty nose.

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.

Stickybeak

took a peek

something sleeping

dark

d

o

w

n

deep

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

24 thoughts on “Sticky Beak

  1. Coincidence….but about an hour ago, one of my baby orange chickens injured herself, her poor little squeaky, curious beak…seriously! Your poem arrived in my email and startled me…life is amazing! 🙂

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    1. Oh how our little beaks can be bruised on this awesome , synchronistic, journey! good luck to your little chick, maybe she will be all the more powerful because of her experience! xxxx

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  2. heh-heh, I really like this one – I was told when I first met my mother-in-law, that ‘sticky beaking’ is about sticking your nose in where it shouldn’t be (!) I’d never heard of it before.
    Your poem doesn’t read as though this is what you mean by the sticky beak here except that you do mention curiosity – great poem – nice rhythm – funny – and dark …

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    1. yes it is a bit obscure, the meaning in this one….i think i am referring to deep introspection and how we may find the completely unexpected even within ourselves…BUT i could be referring to poking around in another’s depths as though you might ever be able to understand or fix them but being unprepared for what you find……and getting your arrogance burned….
      haha still trying to get my own poem….!

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  3. I think if we dig to deep we dig our way into hell never finding the answers we’re looking for. A need and desire of those who much curiosity is like the need and desire of those who love money, there is never such thing as enough. Sounds like your chic’s curiosity led to a naughty nose 🙂

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