A Bird Above the World
It passes through the air of summer heat
With a vast array of colors complete
Ranging from blue, red, yellow and green.
No eyes can count the flaps from each wing
As its’ swift movements are strokes that bring
It closer to the touch of clouds serene.
Within the atmosphere where it flies,
It is freed from the gaze of human eyes
As it is reaching a range of mountains tall.
From great heights above the mortal world,
A single bird’s vision is now unfurled
As other forms of life are becoming small.
A White Dove
In early hours of a morning just begun,
A form of freedom reigns without a single speck.
From out of clouds, a dove appears below the sun
Transcending worthless values creatures wreck.
Although shadows of vice are spread across the land,
A single dove remains immune to what is bland
Or what is false as she is passing through
The air of human lies as fading residue.
Not a single word of hate can penetrate
The flight of wings resisting falsity
As she aligns herself with values straight
Across a path imbued with clarity.
High above the world, she avoids the stain
Of lies which plague the creatures who are vain.
Jason Constantine Ford is from Perth, in Australia. He works as an employee at a book shop. He has over a hundred publications of poetry and fiction in various poetry and literary magazines, ezines and journals from around the world such as the Cortland Review, the Criterion: An International Journal in English, the Muse: an International Journal of Poetry, Bewildering Stories, and Poetry Magazine. The major influences on his style of poetry are William Blake, Edgar Alan Poe and Gerard Manley Hopkins. Jason’s main influences for short stories are Bram Stroker and Phillip K. Dick. For correspondence, contact Jason at jasonconstantinford@gmail.com .
