For you

 

birds

 

 

 

This tiny massive heart

 

Birds soar on the fragility

Of feathers

Shifting sands shape mighty dunes

Seeds scattered on uncaring winds

Bring forth new life

Nothing is insignificant

No thing

No feeling less valid

No vibrating atom less important

We are star stuff

Light made form

The infinite ocean

We are everything

And everything is within us

This thing we’ve become

This love

Is an epic poem

Badly told

No less wondrous

For the poet’s limitations

I’m no Homer

And you’re no Helen

No ships left home today

But a thousand lines were crossed out

In your honour

And the handful  that survive

Are my poor gift to you.

 

 

 

 

Words and image are my own.

 

©2016

 

 

 

All comments are most welcome.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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