Open Poetry #48 |
Muted Messages |
OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
MUTED MESSAGES 25 September 2013 These cloud-words of finely painted shapes and emotions of different lengths and meanings of texture-whispers passing across my sky of embracing blue, echoing the protect-soft words of your treasured but now only once-a-day emails so full of your feather-soft heart and fireside-soul that you have sent me back though different now and subdued . . . these cloud-words tell magic tales of a long journey south and speak to me of ocean’s roar and sing to me of migrant birds and flow into my fragile heart and trembling soul that you picked back up out of the trash and washed with gentle hands in sweet-smelling soap suds and slow-dried in your glorious autumn sunshine and returned to me wrapped in a big red bow and your to-die-for smile . . . these cloud words dance for me in gentle sorrow while birdsong lifts my spirits a little higher while a wasp and some butterflies dart and dive and flit and flutter all glistening in sun-splendour while with my love and gratitude and companionship and passing on of tools, you paint and fix my house from nine thousand miles away. Owl |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Love the gentle grace of this poem, Diana. ida |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, Ida. Owl |
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