A Poem by Little Birdie

Timeless like memory.

When the rumble of great machines
and hollow people
ceased to echo,

who stepped forward among the rubble?
Dared to find foothold in this
dust and dirt-covered snow
under which lilacs slept
dreaming of the Old Town Marketplace
in colours of spring,

who stood responsible of days
without sunlight?
Cold, brazen land dripping
desolateness, not defeat,

never defeat.

When the skies cleared and 
shouts deafened and left
history to mop itself off the floor,

who stood defiant screaming 
that while there is soil and serenity
we can rise like a phoenix 
from the destiny we were assigned to
but did not choose?

Who stood at the edge?
Timeless like a name,
timeless like memory,
dripping with defiance,
not defeat,

never defeat.

© 2016 Little Birdie

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register


the poet stood and sang the song for all the world to hear

Posted 5 Years Ago

Little Birdie

5 Years Ago

If the poet wouldn't, who else would dare?

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


1 Review
Added on February 2, 2016
Last Updated on February 2, 2016
Tags: war, world war two, destruction, warsaw, warszawa, phoenix, strength


Little Birdie
Little Birdie

Rijeka, Croatia

I'm a weird little bird, and sometimes, I write. more..

gs gs

A Poem by Little Birdie