A Sparrow in the Bush

A Sparrow in the Bush

A Poem by Annie N.
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to capture a moment a picture never could... this moment transcends the space of time

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Too often would we hear

the trilling of its voice between the cliffs, sweet song

like the blackberries ripening in

summer heat; fingers licked

and we still can’t get enough.

Juice stains bead, a prick of a needle and

stiff thorn bush ends ensnare a cotton cloud.

Fruit and fingers stained like bruises, black

and blue kisses by a mother’s tender lips that never soothe

the pain �" it is a rush, a whir.

© 2012 Annie N.


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Added on September 4, 2012
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Annie N.
Annie N.

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We are all born writers. Only some of us are lucky enough to find the reason to begin. Contemporary Poet, Café Frequenter, Slam Poet and Full-time Youth. It's been almost 3 years at the.. more..

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