Sky, Dove — A Simple Poem
(Inspired by Rene Magritte’s Painting, “La Grande Famille”)
©May 23rd, 2014,
By Vijaya Sundaram
A bird arose from
Mist and rain
From cloud and sea
And drowning pain.
And took the sky
With her, aloft
While, down below
All murmured soft.
Above the bird
Soared death and space
Below the bird
Was not a trace
Of life or goodness,
Except where
The bird arose
Into the air.
And as she soared
In clouds of blue, they
Burst and poured
Out life anew.
And hope and love
Bloomed sweet and bright
And singing swelled
Into the night.
The bird flew on
Outwards and on
For she was bound
Elsewhere, to dawn.
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