Residue — A Poem


“Residue” — C.Birde, 12/17


I gave my cares

to the earth,

to the tumbled soil;

my fears

to the wind’s knife edge;

and my tears

to the rivers and

spreading sea.

A thudding grief


in howl and echo.

I came undone.

Nothing remained

but time and space,

and the residue

of flint-hard hope

to begin



— C.Birde, 12/17


2 thoughts on “Residue — A Poem

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s