by C E Goulden

Created on: August 03, 2008   Last Updated: November 21, 2011

Physics of Poetry

Today I heard from your doting soul
Reminded me of the birds in the trees
Their flight fiddling with my tasks; taking my thoughts elsewhere
I mention them because all summer long
They will broadcast cries and circulate seed higher from sky
And their vision, must be thorough, as they sweep across my fields
I notice this; they have a steady obsession

Essentially, they are foremost uncomplicated and undemanding
Even with every scrap or sliver they peck and polish off,
the gift of their traipse and roam, exacts long-lasting imagery
Ah! Minute tributes of splendor

In contrast, when my spirit becomes engulfed, by all I behold
I find myself hoping to be set apart from hub of humanity's hurt
Where when all summer long, while sun's burning,
fixed and mixed within golden montage of plains and hills
I often find valley's struggles and yet, I look at the birds fly over
I find they're keen on the vast blue and cloudy air of eternity
I'm utterly taken by their highness; timbre of song and echo of freedom
So, tonight when at last I find a leaning bough to lean upon and,
reflect on your doting voice; focusing on energy and motion
I stop to light a lantern; associate glow with you; the shine shivers
I bask in parley of rhythm and shift, and I vow to write a poem

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