Lyric No.12
A thought flew
across the sky
alone.
The gorgeous geometry
of open windows
is questioned
by morning sun.
A private meadow.
Full forum of birds.
A stream of reasons.
A white wind
of pages.
The road prospers.
Foray of friends.
Sap
is a style of green
sailing.
© Brendan O Beirne 2011.
“Lyric No. 12” appeared in the 27 April 2012 edition of the Clare Champion.
It is included in Brendan O Beirne’s final poetry collection – Reality, the Graveyard of Dreams – published posthumously in 2011.
