Locked in
his cage, upon
crooked limbs,
the songbird
sees no bars.
Singing of
life, beneath
shimmering stars.
Floating, heavenly
breezes-
carried away,
by dreams.
Tag Archive: Travel
“V,” for victory,
is the letter
today, no more
villains, to
lead us astray,
we walk
in unity, with
all our might,
arms together,
never giving
up the fight.
Strength, in
numbers, has
often been heard,
to be the
greatest of forces,
we need
only to speak,
a kind word.
So, let us
speak, the
language of
love,
doing justice
to each other,
guided by
the One,
above.
Pointing fingers,
a crying shame,
singing and
singing,
“Who’s to blame?!”
pitch forks raised,
torches ablaze,
stomping
to and fro-
perennial rage,
nowhere to go,
torching
houses, so
many afraid,
stumbling
in the salvo,
dying in the
heat, pointing
fingers, rinse
and repeat.
V is sticking,
interrupting the
flow, as
words, letter
by loving letter
strike, the
alabaster
page, purity
wiped clean
through deft
tapping of
keys, driven
home, sinking
sultry, buried
into the
stark canvas,
molding, scrupling
a lullaby
of singing
syllables,
seeking, a lover’s
song, a wayward
cry, a
brave new
world.
Creation streaming
from finger tips,
yet,
V
is
sticking.
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