hearts on sleeves (blood-red & honey-sweet)

Good Poetry makes
The universe
Admit a secret:

"I am really just
A tambourine,
Grab hold,
Play me against
Your warm
thigh."
- Hafiz

tumblr counter

Jan 14

“Cardinal Rules” By Nancy Paddock


nourish yourself
close to the ground
but when you fly
redden the sky with bright wings

stay close
to the cover of dark branches
a red
alert to danger
but not afraid

feed peacefully
with small chickadees and sparrows
content with crumbs
the world provides
enough

when the jay comes
hungry and screaming
vanish
like a flame
extinguished in the wind

and in the cold
in the days of iron frost
do not complain
but stuff your belly with the seeds
of your own burning
life
and fluff up your feathers
to hold in heat

even with your thin feet
deep in snow

sing


  1. poemplace posted this