In a hyperbolic move
The black bird flares up
With the flash of wings
Falling, turning away
Makes her own path,
Let it happen like a
Pause on a wooded trail
Or be soothed by river water,
Every figure inhales
Cold intake air,
Embraces the blue sky
Flying to reach Manhattan skyline,
Time to look inside
A wavering pulse closing off,
The emptiness gone,
I wish beneath the black skin
The knives and weapons
Turn into cherry flowers
An exquisite, vivid,multi-layered, and surrealist poem.
The casual reader will find this to be a rewarding work composed with the author’s customary poetic aplomb.
Vivid imagery. A very fine poem
Amazing imagery. Beautifully penned.
Descriptive write filled with a propelling flow 🙂