Posted by: tsopr | May 4, 2010

Once I Sang Like A Little Baby Bird

Once I Sang Like A Little Baby Bird

I feel I’ve conquered
the majestic night

in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps

I am not new to the world
swearing in the shadow of a cactus
and mulling over the smiles

of Northern stars tirelessly
taking photos of my soul, which is always close
to my birth, craving for prosperity

And, I crave for breath
accenting to mine

Ah, I am forever

the tropical wind of my land
where poetry is like a flower’s gatherer
sweetly teasing my thoughts
to sing like a little baby bird

in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps

Copyright © 2010 Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago

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  1. Oh what images are conjured up with the line “sodden with love of a countless gasps”…I shall never tell….but fully enjoyed your poem.


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