Around the neighbourhood
Birds perched up on the trees
Silent, still they stood
It caused me some unease"Why do you not sing?"
I asked one in colour green
"It's the early morning,
I brought you your favourite bean."Though he was suspicious,
The bird could not resist
He perched himself on my hand,
Delivered me the gist"Why do we have a voice
When none can say a word
Without the fear of wrong
Or being overheard?"Make-believe or truth,
A falsehood or a lie,
Offend the silence in the wind,
and we might never fly."Before he could have finished,
A dreadful sight deterred,
Falling from the tree above
Was a wingless bird
Photo credit: This work, 'Silence In The Trees (Cover)', is a derivative of 'Birds' by used under CC BY 2.0. (For full photo credits: https://hauntingangel.com/2018/04/18/silence-in-the-trees)
YOU ARE READING
Strokes of Passion
PoetryFrom wingless birds to creative masters - voices can be silenced but there's nothing that can stop wild imagination when it strikes. So here's a small handful of the poetry I've been writing from my humble corner to the world at large. These poems...