This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Sunday, February 8, 2009


Under cover of darkness
the rain smuggled in
billions of beads of light.

Yesterday's poem (the emailed one, not the blog) had a typo: I wrote "old" where I should have written "hold". Here is that poem, corrected:

Most birds flap their wings
to stay aloft, but the spirit bird
flutters frantically to hold itself
near the earth. If you shoot one,
it falls into the sky.

[Note: But there SHOULD be a verb "to old"--as in, "the child slops about in Daddy's shoes, trying to old himself." Or "To have and to old." Has a different feeling from "to age."]

Dean Blehert
Blogs: (short poems) (essays and longer poems)WWW.BLEHERT.COM

No comments: