perched,
on a tendril whisp,
of a synaptic vine.
the half formed
thought,
chirped and chirked,
as it chipped away
at the ovipidal embrace of
sleepy, slothfulness....
sublime.
it wanted freedom,
to fly and sing....
no longer,
sleeping or,
being held within...
no longer,
hiding away
from the sun.
no longer,
fearful of becoming...
undone.
influencing,
nada and no-one.
just happy to be,
a small, but clear...
clarion call.
now, standing strong
singing out it's
life embracing, life renewing
song.....
this thought, now has,
substance ....
bright coloured wings
and pride....
in the joy, it brings.
it has grace and grattitude.
a name so wonderful....
to go with,
this bright and energetic
attitude...
meet my new, paridigm...
all bursting with love.
his name..... brio
and he is the bringer
of my new zest, zing
and vivacity......
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
perched,
on a tendril whisp,
of a synaptic vine.
the half formed
thought,
chirped and chirked,
as it chipped away
at the ovipidal embrace of
sleepy, slothfulness....
sublime.
it wanted freedom,
to fly and sing....
no longer,
sleeping or,
being held within...
no longer,
hiding away
from the sun.
no longer,
fearful of becoming...
undone.
influencing,
nada and no-one.
just happy to be,
a small, but clear...
clarion call.
now, standing strong
singing out it's
life embracing, life renewing
song.....
this thought, now has,
substance ....
bright coloured wings
and pride....
in the joy, it brings.
it has grace and grattitude.
a name so wonderful....
to go with,
this bright and energetic
attitude...
meet my new, paridigm...
all bursting with love.
his name..... brio
and he is the bringer
of my new zest, zing
and vivacity......
Request permission to use this poem