Tuesday, May 3, 2011

My one shot this wednesday..

Sweet - I dare not - a jumbled weave
of this intensity,
for what am I - but a forlorn bird -
of a broken dried up tree..

But spring is come and sprouts be seen
on this lump of wood gone dry
the broken at last will be whole again
the bird is free to fly....


copyright*budhaaah*
for one shot wednesday

13 comments:

  1. smiles. glad you are seeing some new life this spring...fly strong little bird....

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  2. yes - spring seems to have healing power to wounded souls..beautifully conveyed..

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  3. Love it. It definitely has the feel-good factor.

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  4. "a jumbled weave
    of this intensity,"

    A great set up for your free flying rhyme to close. With transformation comes healing. A fine poem

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  5. Beautiful end, "the bird is free to fly..."

    Nice reading

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  6. I loved the ending too. :) I felt reference to the seasonal change too. Am I right? curious

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  7. "Fly fly fly fly fly!" Yes, a quote from Hannibal Lecter. ;)

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  8. Spring can be healing..this is lovely!

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  9. Nice transition. I like the bird metaphor.

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  10. YES-She is reborn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Loved it!

    J

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  11. and spring comes again and we are renewed over and over so we never die.

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  12. Beautiful! I especially love the last two lines!

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