Trinitoe

Trinitoe

A Poem by Little Birdie
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To stay?

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I stood before the shores of confusion.
Sky's waves teasingly playing
a note I will never hear the end of,
colouring my world along the spectre of
simplest, purest perfection
with half-open eyes afloat
and straining to grasp the infinity
that was never promised to me in
any occasion or any word whispered.
Holding a firm grip on the vowels of my words
and echo of my voice as the sky
birthing a new day, tears in half and so does
my mind. To stay? I only have two legs and
two arms who already root me in
the uncertainty of present tense.
I don’t even flinch as the risen Sun,
alike a glorious phoenix, spreads its
strips of blinding mellow light.
“Memento mori!” my body screams
and my limited mind closes to what’s now
and my limbs hold my wicked form
together;
I hold for the words I write or else
the fall might be fatal and
eternal.
And eternity is all what I need
so I won’t allow myself to have it and instead
I’ll observe the weak old Sun and
I’ll listen to the song sky sings out,
enjoying that I’ll never hear it end and
grasping for immaculate infinity
that was never promised to me.

© 2012 Little Birdie


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Chasing the muse as it strips across the sky, I spied a little birdie immersed in beauty.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow! Yes, this too shall pass...
So many stellar lines, so much longing...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Little Birdie
Little Birdie

Rijeka, Croatia



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