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Tonight I found a one-winged bird-- A broken-bell With the ache of moon in her eyes I peeled her from the wet black night And pressed her to my chin I held her as a cluster of fruit (As softly as the orange I placed in my father’s hand)--- Her scent Circled my dreaming head Like the indigo night circles fireflies -I know its love that took her wing- The light of new wounds lighting A thousand nights of travel I‘ve seen dawn’s first light thrash red across that wing Which wearing sorrow as water Returns to the earth from which it sprang And perhaps this is why love takes a wing Only to return it in oneness with another I, too, shall return, my purple gorrión - to Your lips Your knees Your side Wing mounted and Bearing dreams for the lolling world dicicco cosentino© |
The night a wound beheld a wound and did its best to soothe the ache it seemed as permanent as hope and then left sorrows in its wake... Just thought on the thoughts that led to yours. | Posted on 2018-03-02 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | I‘ve seen dawn’s first light thrash red across that wing | Which wearing sorrow as water Returns to the earth from which it sprang This. This is true poetry. Lovely. Gut-wrenching. Poetry. Jane | Posted on 2018-02-15 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | |