Maya Angelou

“Maya Angelou”

She sang of open sky,  free will
for cag`ed birds.
Maya merged her melody with words.
And, trippingly,  faith fostered on her tongue,
now heralds forth in heaven’s choir
love’s tempo, perfectly sung.
Her poems, holy; burnished in that fire
for  freedom.


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I am held in the comfort of your hands, softly, as the small,  broken wings of a bird.
No cooing is heard as token words cannot fill my breathless need.  Your caress
soothes murmurings of a grieving heart as leaf  brushes leaf.

MVC-005SPhoto by Jacqueline Casey.