Friday, September 27, 2013

thursdays











Nudged off the concrete steps 
Into the maple tree
Into pieces of dandelion parachute lightness
Catching the wind into the blue of this day
Pulled & lifted into visions of use & service
Unwound, released & reaching
Open & available
To be present & vital to the boned & feathered
To write, to fly, to soar into the something more .....
To complete the flight 
To follow thru
With no fear of heights
No fear of the landing
Maple Tree shimmering … 
Flight into me 

5 comments:

  1. Stunning imagery and wordplay. Though, I would suggest you change 'thru' to 'through'. :)

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  2. thank you ... but then i would have to probably change it through-out my work .... sorta always spell it that way - weird, quirky trait i know.
    thanks !! :)

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  3. I would like you write about the senses... smells, tastes, off the beaten path, backyards in junior high, things you would like to do with the names changed to protect the innocent.

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  4. A.
    alright. today's probably not quite what you had in mind, but where I ended up . filled .

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