Why do I try
To cage
A blackbird in my paper cage?
In spring he sings
And makes for me
Sublime poetry.
That I can not cage
Within my poor poetic cage.
Why Do I Try to Cage
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Tag Archives: the natural world
As the Light Slowly Dimmed
As the light
Slowly dimmed
I took delight
In birds.
“Oh my god!”.
But words
Are not birds.
Freedom
I hear the free
Wind,
And the birds sing.
And long to be
Free
As the unconquerable wind
And birds
That sing.
Birds Heard at Eventide
Birds heard at eventide.
Tears in human eyes.
How we anthropomorphise!
All These Fallen Trees
All these fallen trees
Will fertilize the ground.
Do young couples pass
Along the wooded path
And think thoughts profound
Of nature the creator
And of how trees
And fallen leaves
Fertilize the ground?
Safe in My Flat
Safe in my flat
In the early morning
I hear the birds
And ponder on cats.
There is no divine
Merely the purring feline,
Part of great nature.
The imponderable creator
Of little man.
In the Cold Air
In the cold air
A bird did sing.
I have my care.
But I heard a blackbird
Trill in the chill air,
Which took away my care.
Safe in My Place
Safe in my place
I hear foxes bark
In the autumn dark.
In this semi-urban space
The foxes laugh and say
All this will pass away.
Conscious of the Wind
The wind sings
In the trees
As I,
Alone,
Pass by
Gravestone.
Or, on the busy thoroughfare,
Oft, he catches me unaware
With piles of fallen leaves
And great boughs brought low.
And then I know
That all must go.
Birds
An intense sense
Of my mortality
Comes to me
When I hear
The sweet clear
Song of birds.
Oft when caught
In useless thought
Or in empty words,
I hear the birds.
I see beauty.
And am free
K Morris - Poet 