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Saturday, March 3, 2012

in flight


into the expanse
a soul floats.
soaring over the forgotten memories
labeled yesteryear,
embracing the turmoil
born of tomorrow.
tears,
soaked into indistinct
faces
withered from the anger
and confusion infused
by time,
take the reverse course
and share a tale
patwa heavy,
laden with heritage.
set free
to roam the universe~
no longer a secretive
dream.
now adrift in the hereafter
singing,
"when we could fly."
sorrow is no more...
for the understanding
bred of knowledge
tells of eternity 
once known.


7 comments:

  1. eternity once known...oh man we can still fly...great opening with the soul floating over yesteryear....great play on the prompt today man...

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  2. beautiful creation you have made here, the sentiment of soul's truth carried in a lovely way...enjoyed the tie in of "patwa" pulled a earthen sense of those remaining waiting to take on the expression of flight. ~ Rose

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  3. Your opening line is lovely. These words speak to me :

    now adrift in the hereafter
    singing,
    "when we could fly."

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  4. your sentiment is strong and emotion is subtle but def felt here. a softer, more delicate feel compared to what I have read from you in the past. I enjoy all that I read from you a lot but this one touched me on a different level. Thanks!

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  5. you capture the scene well...what sticks out for me is..
    take the reverse course
    and share a tale
    patwa heavy,
    laden with heritage.
    set free
    to roam the universe~ there's so much possibility in this...

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  6. Wurdz, thanks for connecting with my piece. I really like this opening...
    into the expanse
    a soul floats.
    soaring over the forgotten memories
    labeled yesteryear,

    My friends and I shared such a compassionate moment when releasing the ashes into the sea. Your poem danced around the moment like the beautiful waves that called to us.
    Looking forward to reading more of your work.

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  7. It is your "laden with heritage" that is both the anchor and the sail in this remarkable poem. I really admire your take on the prompt.

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