Crimson And Lime Poem by Saiom Shriver

Crimson And Lime



A little birdie
flew overhead
a traffic light
of green and red.

From her diagonal
point of view
she saw both crimson
and lime hue.

Obey traffic rules?
Birdies need not.
Masters listen only
to the inner voice of God.

Crimson And Lime
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: independence
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
http: //www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/earthpicturegalleries/8550452/Birds-nests-in-unusual-places.html? image=9

Mystics of all religions soar above church doctrine, traffic rules, ritual and preprogrammed colors

(to Sue Brebner, Tom Regan, and all the others who have
participated in civil disobedience
to rescue an ox from a ditch on the Sabbath.. to oppose illegal wars, or re-establish Indian or other invaded lands' independence...or to establish civil rights in the US or to witness for animal torture at NIH, or to save
trees in the Amazon and everywhere else)
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