Here are three short poems to start off 2016. I hope you enjoy reading them.
A DIFFERENT CONCEPT
Non-feathered cranes crank and whirr –
more elegant counterparts long since flown…
The sea is but a glimmering azure sliver!
Wild, yellow Bermuda buttercups join their roots.
An aged olive tree’s
grey-green leaves gasp;
a sickly child pants;
ghosts of lovers
seek fresh playgrounds…
Others’ dreams rise into the cobalt-blue sky.
Small, so small...
so similar to others of my ilk –
almost a feathered clone.
No human voice to articulate –
no hands to murder, or create,
YET I feel such boundless joy
as I fly through air like silk.