Date: 11.03.2008
Time: 2:20 p.m.
If it were once that a broken sigh
Transfixed upon a weary eye
Be shaped into silence dear
To melt away and be crystal clear,
The drop of thought from the sky to earth
Tired of the lack and dearth
Gives unto death with frustration
A tribute to all the tribulation.
An injured bird that falls mid-flight
Struck by lightning’s sudden might
Lies breathing weakly upon impact
To writhe quietly — its final act.
End: 2:25 p.m.
3 comments:
This is really quite good.
There is a certain lack of spontaneity, but then it has a strict structure.
The structure itself is beautiful, in a way.
This is good - it isn't exactly a knockout punch to the stomach, but then it is a good poem.
i really like this one...
the rhyme is beautiful but you have written much better ones :)
If I may, then I must say this is more fluid than most of your poems. Because of its rigidity, it becomes very very dynamic.
And the injured bird will be revived. It needs faith. :)
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