5.03.2011

whisper (birds fly)

do you
remember
how you felt
then?


i thought
i might

drown
swimming
inside 

your eyes

wrapped
up in you

nesting
soaring
flying
screaming

aahhhh you

now
i know
you must be
sick 

to death 
of me
 

i want
to go back
to the dusk

of our love
before
the dark

when you'd 

fly 
with me
every
single
time.

13 comments:

  1. I can feel my wings flexing readying to fly among your words. Loved this! (Hugs)Indigo

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  2. my poems have soundtracks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIxgHu5U1v4

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  3. the dusk before the dark... lovely, warming, and sad all at once...

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  4. oh my! such a coincidence that I also wrote something about drowning and swimming in someone's eyes. yours is way better with the flying and soaring! love love love this!

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  5. This feels like a bird with a broken wing missing the sky.

    (Having an 80's flash-back with that song!)

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  6. jayvie? so glad to have found you.
    i pretty much write the same fucking thing over and over.
    flying, drowning, swimming, ocean, green. that's it. :)

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  7. So touching. How we all wish we could go back, sometimes, hey?

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  8. A beautiful sense of soaring and wheeling in these words! Exhilerating! And yet there is an enigmatic undercurrent of sadness!

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  9. ah :) or :( you just never know

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  10. cool wonders, perfectly done.

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