water wedged


i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings

so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles

untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver

sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side


one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood

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6 thoughts on “water wedged

  1. Geraldine says:

    Love it! A beautiful interpretation.

    And I agree, writing IS everything. :)

  2. Tumblewords says:

    Strong piece with powerful imagery.

  3. Jae Rose says:

    I think lots of fine feathers would make for better flight..better dreams..than big scruffy feathers..rich and sleepy..but also delightfully alive..Jae

  4. Harshad says:

    Last line says a lot. Life is like that, isn’t it?

writing is everything...

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