He was born at sunrise
waiting for a soul connection
with flaming eyes wide open
lightning strikes a faceted prism...
earth trembling under his feet
a thunderstorm chasing her wings
his little bird took flight
spanning the horizon
he followed her off the cliff a newborn meeting the sky
a free bird...his life begins...
Good to be a free bird. One of great songs also. I enjoyed the poem. The good description took me to good places and create good visions. I like the ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
It's great to be free. thank you for taking the time to read me Coyote...
much appreciated! :)
Branching out looks great on you. Your attention to detail and profound ability to create perfect imagery carries over well here. So impressed with you.
"Quill" Free and Bird need to be together, making Freebird you know Lynyrd Skynyrd, great guitar solo(s). What a beautiful image you have created, two love birds flying off into the sunset, lovers entwined.
Nice work Quill
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Freebird, or free bird...either way he's a free bird. ;)
thanks Leigh! x
I'm a romantic at heart, here to express myself through my work...I write for me. I welcome others to read. I look forward to learning and sharing thoughts, through poetry and stories. :)
Quill~
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