Sometimes There Are No Words

The cardinal rises up
Out of the pine and into the black
Backwash of rain

And rises up is not quite right,
Not even close to what he does
As he leaps breast-first

Into the heavy falling sky
And is somehow lifted up
In the delicate dust of snow,

How it is his body reaches
And opens like a flower would
If petals were wings

As this poem would
If words were birds.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-19 at 15:01

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Trust me, Fog. You've flown.
2010-12-24



Beauty is as beauty is spoken. Silent are the golden words heartfelt. The wonders of nature in flight untouched by man. Great master of words from a poet taking the time to witness the many miracles surrounding mankind.
2010-12-20


shells
The title really does the poem justice, I "see" your words so easily, that is skill.
2010-12-20


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A delicate poem - shines so much vivid imagery, yet is suttle and warming at the same time. A hidden seasonal poem. Beautiful.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-19