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.
throttled by napalm invading wind.the wonder of you is on me again as if your mind and mine work in unison...... ..........................
the wonder of you is on me again as if your mind and mine work in unison. Watching the tiny bird fly and sing is the most amazing site under blue sky. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
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.
You've captured the feelings of freedom and limitlessness, and the contrast to the human realm very well.
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
The tiny bird with a big message! The wings are its most precious gift, with freedom to choose and fly wherever it wants. A beautiful poem with depth and meaning.