Deep Blue Oblivion
In the seamless sky of my fervent freedom
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
gliding in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me,
until the splitting thunder storm surged in
from your mirage horizon receding to obscurity,
wrench of desertion crushed the wings of love.
The crippled bird folded the collapsed wings,
painfully curled like destemmed dry leaf
in my mangled mind that turned in grief
a ruined nest made of emotion called twig.
The ruptured voice untuned the bird’s song,
disabled flight of subdued passion lost the sky,
chilled to stillness in the shadow of winter cloud.
Unshed tears froze in crevasse of glacial despair,
pain of broken heart languished unexpressed.
What of me in the end you remembered…
an impaled bird in deep blue oblivion,
it failed to fly in your sky.
Written : July 27, 2019
January 26, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice 6, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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