14 plus 3 and me.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Fourteen and three fourteen and three
Three trees
Fourteen birds
One little song morning sun
And I still asleep but shuffling soon about
I am an ear for the feathers breaking dawn
As the dominant three scrape my eyes I am a tiny blinded blade of shadowed grass
The freshness of a cool spring quenches us all back to life
And I rise
I rise with
Fourteen and three fourteen and three
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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