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A Reflection On Wild Birds
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A Reflection On Wild Birds |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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I saw your picture the other day, unexpectedly, I was at a newsstand bored grazing men’s mags looking for intellectual awareness, with lots of skin, when the wind came roaring down the block, a wild leftover Winter wind one of those screaming city hawks proving it was free, blew a city rag to pages where the pretty people try to live a lie about their ages while wobbling on the razor’s edge of haute couture and just plain bad taste, as always you looked beautiful in the perfect almost dress belladonna eyes just a hint of sad tucked inside the brittle smile, I wondered later when my mind returned to thinking if the sad was style an affectation for the evening just my imagination or a trace of mid-life realization that time always finds new friends, I had only a single glance the smallest instant by chance to capture the fashion black and white close-in tight limo backdrop three-quarter profile right there by the brick weight’s losing battle as the wind set free the page to fly you down the street blown away inevitably to nest one day in some other untried universe, you know the kind of photo-op I mean candid like you used to work so hard to stage; the human eye can be amazing when it wants to earn its pay your image stayed with me all throughout the day. ©2006 by icebox |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox I wonder if she sent that wind to that street at that time for you to see that small black and white at just the right time for it to stay with you all day....she, or some other goddess of serendipity. Wild birds indeed!  |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
The wind taketh, and the wind giveth away..... I'm taken away too by this, since I seem to be living in reverse today....to the time when a gust of wind, a Missouri thermal, hit me just as my grip on the portfolio folder shifted...and took all my stories away. I remember watching them swirl and dance, unable to catch a single one, then go sailing, a cloud of my soul on paper when paper was the only medium...down into the trainyards. I searched for hours, found one...a story about a woman, who haunts my soul. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Mr C, what a vivid scene you've painted, more than worthy of a moment on the big screen. You capture the reader with superb character development, so deftly using emotion and imagery. Thank you for sharing this moment in time. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"as always you looked beautiful in the perfect almost dress belladonna eyes just a hint of sad tucked inside the brittle smile," Ahhh.... what beautiful, beautiful work you do. Amazing. |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
Stunning. I believe that you see everything, everywhere. Caroline |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I heard a song from my childhold (some Western I think)...."Mariah." Sounds like a good name for her...."they call the wind, Mariah." Also, reminded of "White Bird" by "It's a Beautiful Day" (bet you remember that one...."white bird must fly or she will die." Liked this piece very much, Mr. C.  ...jo |
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