Friday, August 30, 2013

Like Birds

Like birds

these poems are wild

going somewhere
anywhere in air
floating on the current
in the waves of battling poles
latched to a tree
they are stinging me

feathers supplicating
fettered by a turbulence of thought
caught in the frightful claws
of hunger and draught

these poems are wild
their whistle is darned to destiny
across the fabric of time
living on vibration and fighting gravity

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