Bird Footprint Words
Surazeus
2012 02 13
When she sees footprints of birds in gold sand,
Hebe breaks stick from dead tree and writes marks
to picture dreams her eyes write on blue sky,
and words splatter raindrops on silent sea,
rippling waves of soft music from her throat.
Six children gather around her on sand
and place fruits and nuts in her open hand,
so she cooks them in cauldron on hot flames,
and pours sweet soup in their turtle-shell bowls.
Written in response to this article about intention and meaning in poetry.
http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2012/02/that-is-not-what-i-meant-at-all.html
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