Blackbird
Sound was nonexistent. “Tree” or “hill” or “mountain” were ideas in God’s mind. The creative urge shaded with blues. “Flower” and “leaf” were light’s saplings, which upon command went wild, divine desire for company spindly as needles. Millennia later, man’s self-extensions grew black as greed. Let there be light was a thought that sounded good. Light neither from the sun nor the moon, but the ray of love from God’s heart. Light remained for three days. Then the tree, the hill and the mountain formed. Heaven still the background. Blue until today. The Earth’s bowel had to be carved and abyss was a thought. A hunch. Sufferings would be black as pines, pains red as shadows before dawn. Hell’s hole had to be dug, before the blackbird resisting God’s thirteen ways of looking created the first sounds with its song Jonel Abellanosa Jonel Abellanosa resides in Cebu City, the Philippines. His poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including Rattle, Poetry Kanto, Anglican Theological Review, Mojave River Review and Star*Line. His poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and Dwarf Stars award. His fourth chapbook, Songs from My Mind’s Tree, has been published in early 2018 by Clare Songbirds Publishing House (New York), which will also publish his full-length collection, Multiverse, in late 2018. His poetry collection, Sounds in Grasses Parting, is forthcoming from Moran Press.
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Mary Jo Balistreri
12/1/2018 10:26:04 pm
A thoughtful, provocative poem and so beautiful.
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