LITTLE BIRD

Little bird what distance can you fly?

Take my heart to a treasured person

We must, you and I, bring her strength.

We must exceed the Black River’s power,

We must heal; we must lead her to courage.

Your journey, long and dangerous will inspire her. She will have love, caring love, gifted love

Carried over oceans as you drop exhausted at her feet. Your job done. She will be empowered.

William Davies
Friday February 13, 2015

SORROW

1
Joy when first seeds sown as a
Fountain finds joy when spurting
Forward life, tumbling and twinkling
Down to the womb, it is birthing.
Foetus developing, our minds
Turn to flowers and bees, pleasant
Scenes encompassing love that binds.
Shared unison, the greatest event.

2
Deficient: knotted gut, shattered
Soul. Such anger, agony, doubt, fault.
Is this my doing, is this yours?
Would this be his hand, a God’s bolt?
What abstruse event that will stop
Life? Worst of spite, of mockery.
What purpose here? Others a prop.
Is it pleasure of thuggery?

3
Only twisted buildings, flowers dulled
Buzzless bees as darkness surrounds.
Forever doubt, gloom, expunged light
Pricked bubble, insanity abounds.
Mirth covers minds black hiatus.
Shamed death, release this sorrow.
What is the need for this status?
Grieving the point of my furrow.

William Davies
May 16, 2016