Funeral Day

[Delta40]

There is no relative
to loss.
No spirit standing by,
except for the many
poured by me.
Cockatoos squawk above,
dragging in the shroud of tomorrow
with their hooked beaks,
while my grieving family
plays an endless game of statues.
Finally the kettle whistles,
releasing steamfuls of hushed secrets
which form puddles on the floor,
but there will be no talk of them
at the service.
Cockatoos squawk outside
our door,
tumbling about like a circus act,
waiting for him to magically appear
on the verandah
to reward them with
handfuls of sunflower seeds.

[kittypaws]

I see a depiction of someone gone who may or may not have been a special part of your life...but all the same a part of your life.
this is well done ~ enuf to make me think it is immediate to you, Delta.

At least the birds will miss him.

always ~ kittypaws

[Delta40]

Thanks Kitty.

[hallaig]

Like the cockatoos at the end. I think the two images you use before, the cockatoos dragging tomorrow like a shroud and the kettle with its puddled secrets aren't sharp enough for me, though they're ambitious enough. They're not quite right- they don't make me seeas well as hear what you're saying.

[Delta40]

Thanks for the feedback Hallaig. I struggle with metaphors and keeping it simple.

[Haunted]

Very well expressed Delta, given the complicated feelings one has when it comes to family. Feeding the birds brings back a sense of humanity to someone who is/was resented, for whatever reason.