R.S. Mallari

Deja Vu

I saw a dying bird
beneath the old tree
I recalled
it was the one
with the loudest tweet
I wondered
what went wrong
I picked it up
blood on its nose
feathers on its head
almost gone
from a distance
I heard a boy
yelling “that’s mine”
“I hit it with my slingshot”
I didn’t know
how to react
I want to yell back
tell him he’s cruel
but as he got closer
I saw my past self
a “deja vu”

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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Hi RS .. how often does that happen .. if we stop to think as adults .. we probably were doing exactly that same thing - the mirror reflects years later.

Sad for the bird .. but good for us to remember ..

Thanks - Hilary

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22:00 delete

wanted you to know that your poem is up on my site today
Hope all is well

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22:02 delete

Thanks I saw It, it's such an honor to see my work being published by fellow writers. Again thanks.

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00:29 delete

Brilliant message in your verse.

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00:32 delete

Thanks Jo, I hope other's can see that message too.

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Elizabeth Ann
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Excellent poetry, I have enjoyed following.

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Anonymous
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Very enlightening and beneficial to someone whose been out of the circuit for a long time.

- Kris

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Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.