Tiny bird, titanic sky, what a gift
to your wings, hard to rest
in absolute contentment! enthusiasm itself,
eyes on freedom rivetted, without feeling
your littleness
so much so you are integral
part of space, pushing into
empty air you flap up
somewhere between the excitement
of hopes and crashing futures,
with nothing beneath, save
MAN and his petty things
throttled by napalm invading
wind.the wonder of you
is on me again as if
your mind and mine work in unison.
A tiny bird with eyes of freedom and little wings to fly freely in titanic sky has been deeply and astutely painted in this poem. So touching really. Marvelous work.
You've captured the feelings of freedom and limitlessness, and the contrast to the human realm very well.
Brilliant poem. " Pushing into empty air" - this sounds like an all too familiar human endeavour. And that first stanza has me thinking about the possibility of icebergs in the skies. This is a terrific verse Yoonoos.
throttled by napalm invading wind.the wonder of you is on me again as if your mind and mine work in unison. wonderful poem......10
Lovely poem and a way with words on expressing the bird in flight. Really good!
the wonder of you is on me again as if your mind and mine work in unison...thank you for sharing
When we wonder and adore tiny bird, we awaken the true poet inside. I love this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such as nice composition with an interesting imagery. Thanks for sharing!