I find words
inside of birds
that fly
within my mind.
They fly around
where there's no ground
no Sun
to make them blind.
The words I find
when birds erupt
and scatter
here and there.
Are words of love
from up above
telling me
that you care.
They tell me that
you're glad I'm here
in this world
at this time.
And glad that
I find words
inside of birds
within my mind.
by martin
I can barely remember who
or what came before
this precious moment.
I see the solitary light
of old number Fifty Six
As she nears my end.
Tethered to the track
I lie, her fury and thunder
Deliver me.
My eyes fixed see not
As I slip away
To what has to be.
Old number Fifty Six rounds the bend
and slips out of sight
as I am lifted into Heaven's light.
Neither cold nor hungry,
I am enveloped in love's
purest form.
Goodbye to what was
and hello
to what is to be.
The blood stains on her wheels
dry to dust
as old number Fifty Six
lumbers on to her next stop.
by, martin
tragic little precious,
only tried to help.
tragic little precious,
bleeding she would melt.
say a little prayer now,
sing a little song.
tragic little precious,
sorry that you're gone.
by martin
COMMENTS
-
Isis101
03:57 Oct 05 2012
Simple elegance! I love it!
martin
05:16 Oct 05 2012
my first poem ... written in county jail for a contest for a little writing class they had going on to keep us occupied. the prompt was " i find words" ... it later got pblished, my only published work.