Thank you, kindly, Judith :-))
But what if I’d
never seen that pigeon
and carried on, not facing my deepest fears of death?
I almost stepped on it:
a dead pigeon —
beak crushed — wings spread — flattened on the road.
My heart stopped cold —
I felt
my blood draining — no life left — squashed.
I stepped over it, eyeing
it sideways,
my heart pounding with impending death.
Freddy Niagara Fonseca
I saw an angel in the stone and carved to set it free.
— Michelangelo
Who condemned your savage spirit to stone
and chiseled your features — then left you alone?
He squashed your pride, and as you hardly age,
your stony hide expands with noble rage.
Your mighty roar…
In shimmering rays from above,
white blossoms deeply in love
with drowsy spring
are humming, “spring, spring!”
Where those blossoms abound,
bright colors all around
awakening now,
are whispering, “how, how?”
White blossoms in their prime,
now in full flowering time,
all basking in love,
keep nodding, “love, love!”
Freddy…
