Sunday, July 13, 2008

early poetic bird

early poetic bird
she woke up
in a tree
her eyes are still halfway
open
leftover dreams still
linger
while the sun sticks to
her skull
yet, she said, “i need poetry and coffee!”
so she drifts off
out of her tree
swirling ‘round
her words came falling
from her soul
when she flown away
another mile
she have sung
her freedom in the
mid air
where the soul is longing for
the skies
“i need poetry and coffee!”

she happily chirped
on a beautiful Sunday
waving her wings in the air
cos she woke up
to write dropping poems
and take a few sweet sips
of coffee
cos she’s called
an early poetic bird
and she writes her soul
down, drinking sugary-cream coffee………

~
©2008 Kai C.

I Remember You

When my boat is empty
Of catch and the fishes
Won’t come out
Because the sun is shining
Angrily overhead, then
I remember you