Friday, November 07, 2008


I woke you out of sleep
didn't I
to set your heart
pouring from this rock

you must understand
I made the universe too fast

I was in need of bread, then

and yes,
the first fruits
were bathed in dew
the grains golden
and feet, those small puffs of dust
on the plains
made me glad

but nothing I touch is new

I need water, now
your clear gaze
the fire
forgotten in this mountain

and now I open
the first crack in the dam
your heart
in this rock


Blogger Devika said...

yeah, my were the one who woke me out of my sleep...long sleep.

You get water from my heart, my dear bird..

drink, drink, drink as much as you want :-)

loved this one, my dear bird...
when i read a poem -- its only me and the i'll say all this crazy things...just pumping my love out of my heart :-)

i just want to be free...

love, my bird,

Friday, November 7, 2008 at 9:36:00 AM EST  
Anonymous Paul Maurice Martin said...

Nice -

Friday, November 7, 2008 at 11:01:00 AM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--yes, I believe you are secretly a bird, also, and take to your wings when no-one's looking--
I so appreciate how you open your heart...

Paul--I think you just wrote a one-word paragraph--
also very much appreciated!

Friday, November 7, 2008 at 7:56:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...


love you, so

Friday, November 7, 2008 at 9:20:00 PM EST  
Blogger Janice Thomson said...

Like the ambiguity of the whole poem and that phrase "but nothing I touch is new" - one can read this several ways...

Sunday, November 9, 2008 at 1:08:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--nice to see your happy double smile...

Janice--Your comment is intriguing--your reading of the line as having several meanings made me think! I could only come up with two--of course, the author is not always as perceptive as the reader...

If you have some spare minutes, it would be great to have you tell what you are seeing!

Monday, November 10, 2008 at 6:53:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

this is my first comment today mybird..

let's all keep smiling, the double smile :-))

to me, my bad stint with blogging is over; now i want to have a share of my fun, seriously..all weighing too much..yet not able to write anything. music is not touhing me fun is the only way out...

love you so, my dear bird

Monday, November 10, 2008 at 7:35:00 PM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--what a wonderful idea--to be light and float away on bubbles of freedom--you deserve some fun after all that intensity!

Please do, don't change your mind...

Tuesday, November 11, 2008 at 10:28:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

If decided, i am decidely decided my bird :-)

i mean to have fun! but i see that all the fun-loving people turning serious - makes me sad, really!


Tuesday, November 11, 2008 at 10:49:00 PM EST  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

From such a deep spring these words do flow. I chase the metaphors/like butterflys/without a net/more beautiful to spin around and wonder/than capture and lose.

Sunday, November 16, 2008 at 11:07:00 AM EST  
Blogger firebird said...

Devika--but having fun is so HARD...

Pat--ah, a Pat Paulk opus on my very own blog...well, now you have made MY Sunday morning, for sure!
Delightful concept...

Sunday, November 16, 2008 at 12:59:00 PM EST  
Blogger Devika said...

My dear,

in matters of fun, to each its own -- works better perhaps :-))

i can always, except when the rage gets me -- but thinking of it later, it could be just fun...i just LOL a few minutes after i blast...

and that makes me get back faster on track :-)


Sunday, November 16, 2008 at 1:12:00 PM EST  

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