Open Poetry #45 |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
birds fly beneath my breast shadows align, close my eyes and feel for an instant that I may never know again. I'm not calm, but tingle at the slightest confines of my heart wanting to burst away into heaven and space. Soft eyes refine to wonder to gaze across my face, to look at the wind to look at comfort. Small slight movement of hands, touch, spark, all is running and now I must find how to live. |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
"i must find how to live" if you ever do find out, PLEASE let me know. love it. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
A very sensitive poem to a prelude, Michael. Exciting, but yet more than a little contemplative. Nice work. Jim "We are stardust: we are golden: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden." --Joni Mitchell "Woodstock" |
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