Thursday, May 10, 2007

Poetry Thursday...Randomizer

My "Randomizer" word was "Unthinkable." Here's what I think of that...

Unseen, unheard, a mute sparrow.
No simple bird
This
Hope--the same which
"Is the thing with feathers..."
Not singing now
Kept silent by circumstance. Cold
And
Blue.
Looking, waiting with hawkish eyes
Ever watching and hoping--yes, she hopes, too--to sing once more.

Unthinkable, unwieldy, the silent spirit of Hope.

~Saoirse

6 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I like this acrostic poetry. Beautiful.

Welcome to PT.

gautami
Nowhere Land

Saoirse Redgrave said...

Thank you, Gautami. I appreciate the welcome.

~Saoirse

Rob Kistner said...

My prognostic for your acrostic is song.

Engaging piece.

Saoirse Redgrave said...

Thank you, Rob ;-)

pepektheassassin said...
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Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD, the sub/dude said...

Kick-ass, girl!
Hold-on tight unto thy faith!
Never, NEVER let it go!!
Few people gotta lotta...
and those who do, believe in the whorizontal.
God loves you... me, too.

High, girl!
While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
you shall find in our blogs a gobba (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
I lay it ALL out for you, dear - neet-o, packaged, concise
(gotta lotta poetry, too).

Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
An XtraXcitinXpose with no
zooillogical-expiration-date,
with an IQ much higher than K2,
and an extraordinarily, sawcy, rowdy victory??
Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
(with an excellent bullshot detector):

“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love -
jump into faith...
and you'll see with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.

Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
from a passionate, prolific iconoclasm where you’ll find
nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX… of
deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.