Treasure Island

Poetheart (back)

(05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

WHO?


Who is there peeping on the branches
waiting for your naive soul
since your childhood

feathers of mustard seed
tweeting for you

it has the yellow orbits of the birds

in dusk or dawn glimmering

with opaques eyes

OH!

it is not a crow

trying to steal your breath!

~not good not evil~

just what you picked and dreamed
and
because was ground up together with the yellow seed
has one salvation

has there ~sitting over the gold cage~
hidden
a crowned soul

until has no more voice
until has no more soul

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/9/2013 1:10:00 PM)

    Beautiful words..Sitting over the gold cage hidden a crowned soul....Who is there peeping...Fantastic write with deep meaning..beautifully portrayed.. Loved it... (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/29/2013 10:17:00 PM)

    Such beauty flowing as gentle as a mighty river through a delta to the sea.
    Such interchangable imagery flows from your souls's river. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (8/29/2013 9:32:00 PM)

    a bright brilliant n beautiful natural sight overwhelm my sub conscious mind. (Report) Reply

  • Marcus Mckinley (8/28/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    the freedom of the bird song (i assume a canary) whether on a branch or in a cage can only be heard when in ear shot. in this poem i believe the song represents the dreams of freedom. the listener being in the cage and the bird outside the window. well done (Report) Reply

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