a Glass Floor Underfoot - 32. Queer Birds

I'm not sure the artwork is entirely a good choice for this poem, but I haven't seen other, more period-correct, options show up. If you do run across something, please by all means, post it here for us to share

Well, with this Queer Bird poem, we've hit the second to last offering. There will be just one more poem by Robert Jentzsch in this collection, and it's a special one    

Indeed!

Well, I could have been more eloquent, I suppose, but that summed it up.  I'll look for a picture, though I think that one matched quite well.

46 minutes ago, Backwoods Boy said:

Indeed!

I take this to mean the spreading of our wings So I accept your indeed, Jon, gratefully

13 minutes ago, Backwoods Boy said:

Well, I could have been more eloquent, I suppose, but that summed it up.  I'll look for a picture, though I think that one matched quite well.

Thank you! Now that you've read this poem, you can see Jentzsch inspired me to use his idea of mother-of-pearl wings for one of my own recent poems

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

I take this to mean the spreading of our wings So I accept your indeed, Jon, gratefully

1 hour ago, AC Benus said:

Thank you! Now that you've read this poem, you can see Jentzsch inspired me to use his idea of mother-of-pearl wings for one of my own recent poems

 

Quite  

47 minutes ago, JohnnyC said:

Thanks, JohnnyC

7 minutes ago, Backwoods Boy said:

 

Quite  

Thanks, Jon

Jentzsch plies his pen with great skill in this poem. In it, he flies up and shows us colors against a sky often too unwilling to tolerate the rainbow. Thank you! 

On 2/18/2023 at 12:51 PM, Parker Owens said:

Jentzsch plies his pen with great skill in this poem. In it, he flies up and shows us colors against a sky often too unwilling to tolerate the rainbow. Thank you! 

I think you are absolutely right, Parker. The existing evidence suggests that Jentzsch gave up poetry once he signed up for the war; there no poems in any of the existing letters wrote while in uniform. He survived two terms of service, went home, but reenlisted a few months later. Then he was killed in action, very late in the war, and the world lost a poet with the potential to be another Hermann Hesse or Rainer Maria Rilke.

A poem like the one above proves his artistic trajectory