Parrots Unite

A collection of whatever my brain has deemed post-worthy that day

[saucyparrots]

As I Watch the Lavender Grow

There’s times I often wonder

About what you’re doing now

Where you are and what you’re feeling

If I could talk to you somehow

These thoughts always come to me

As I gaze out my window

So I sit back and I wonder

As I watch the lavender grow

You don’t pick up the phone anymore

And you don’t reply to my texts

It’s not your fault, and I don’t blame you

There’s little else to expect

And as I replay memories

Or scroll back through my phone

A tear comes to my eye

As I watch the lavender grow

There’s times I took for granted

The bond we shared, you and me

The love, the warmth, the kindness

The biscuits and a nice cup of tea

Or how you’d cheat at card games

Or how your smile would always glow

These are things I think of

As I watch the lavender grow

It’s hard knowing that I’ll never

Get to speak to you again

That you’ll never hear my stories

And the birthdays you won’t attend

As I count your stolen hours

I’m grateful that I know

All the joy and love we shared

As I watch the lavender grow

[saucyparrots]

If I Could Carve a Person

Tools equipped and ready to go

I begin my masterpiece

A knife to whittle the pieces down

And find what’s underneath

A chisel to chip off the worry

The trauma and self doubt

Leaving all that is good

And all the bad locked out

A mallet posed strong and true

Waiting to bestow its force

To smash away the problems

Kill the root at its sauce

If I could carve a person

I’d do the best I could

I’d want it to be perfect

And never misunderstood

Carve out all wrong doing

And leave a soul divine

But would it really be a person

Or a shell, with no refine

But you can’t carve out people

Choosing your favourite traits

The good comes with the bad

And the achievements with mistakes

[saucyparrots]

Just a quick preface to say I don’t write very often but I decided I wanted to share something so here a poem I wrote.

A Rose Upon a Chain

There you rest upon your chain,

my once pretty flower.

As gorgeous as the day I picked you,

but now the scent’s turned sour.

Through your stem a chain was thread,

loves attempt to capture.

That which cannot be replaced,

in hell nor the sweet hereafter.

Your petals always felt vibrant, flush,

the colour of a lovers flame.

Now that love has turned to anguish,

but the colour still burns the same.

So I hang you up around my neck, your thorns piercing my skin.

As I watch the blood stain my chest, I reminisce.

As you sit there upon your chain, full of pain and hope and loss.

I realise, what it is, I truly miss.

[saucyparrots]

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