A White Bird Poem by Doris Cornago
A White Bird
Sweet as cool water on my tongue
A new day has begun, the
Parched days are gone
You have come in
A dream
Hand
In
Hand
Flew out
The window
A white bird
Resurrected, wings
Made stronger by words
How did you manage so long
What else could it be, imagination
Monday, August 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: imagination,resurrect,resurrection
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We can never die if we can imagine life, if we can sing songs, if we can make poems to refill our hearts, sustained by them. Making poems is emptying and refilling our vessels for us as well as for others. I am out there flying in the wind like a bird in my lover's hands. Without imagination, how empty could life be? If there were no poems, what grace can there be in a dance without fluidity?
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6/3/2024 6:46:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
For my friends Kumarmani and Robert, both gentle souls and accomplished poets. Be as sweet as cool water. :)