My Blue Bird

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My Blue Bird

My Blue Bird
The Unread Script
Words from Blue Silence
A Stalk, a Saucer, a Bird
Simple Afternoon
Letters of Blood
The Bird… The Bird…

A stalk of greenery appeared this morning
in the crack of the rock.
He came and straightened the stalk,
plucked it with a glance
and planted it among words.
He thought: the flower will throw
some kind of shade.
Then he placed a saucer
of water in the shade and finally
housed a bird in his poem.
He thought: July is an inferno in Macedonia
but the birds must not die:
they are her handwriting…

2018-08-21T17:23:43+00:00 October 1st, 2001|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 22|0 Comments