Blackbird
Blackbird
Waiting for spring’s sunlight,
with it’s shields of armour.
Sweet,sweet lightbulbs are growing in my garden.
The sun made them look silver.
This painted close up of a jungle transports me.
Ancient trees struggle with the wind.
The same painted close up ,those leaves with an architecture of veins.
The sun a warm and gentle skull.
The winds drank the clouded skies.
As I walked the rubber mountains.
A woman with long black wavy hair
Her face smiled iron laughter.
As I crawled highways again.
Well I’m a blackbird,
still going through changes.
J.S.
Waiting for spring’s sunlight,
with it’s shields of armour.
Sweet,sweet lightbulbs are growing in my garden.
The sun made them look silver.
This painted close up of a jungle transports me.
Ancient trees struggle with the wind.
The same painted close up ,those leaves with an architecture of veins.
The sun a warm and gentle skull.
The winds drank the clouded skies.
As I walked the rubber mountains.
A woman with long black wavy hair
Her face smiled iron laughter.
As I crawled highways again.
Well I’m a blackbird,
still going through changes.
J.S.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Augustijntje: | Maandag, maart 13, 2006 16:25 |
| changes are good...sometimes... nicely done! x! |
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| m@rcel: | Zondag, maart 12, 2006 14:09 |
| schitterend mooi geschreven weer Jurgen Liefs m@rcel |
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 maart 2006 | ||
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