Beebe, Ark.
Dec. 31, 2010
Winged passions
pump through veins
as tightening air suddenly
bursts and the sky collapses
in flight they collide
one long gutsy swirl
into waves breaking on shore
with shining eyes
the pale-throated swallows turn
into each other
pushing against smooth wet sand
over and over
again and again
without looking.
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5 comments:
What am I going to do with all this excess swirling passion?!!! JFC!!! I'm a rag doll washed upon the shore....you're killing me.
dead birds falling from the sky, and they dont know why yet or do they? I havent kept up with it. that was very strange story though. Until they find the reason all the birds fell and died i think its normal to assume it was sexually related in some way either directly or indirectly . maybe it was some kind of jonestown sky orgy, im not sure anyone knows yet:))
It's just wild! I love to watch the birds in flocks... movements choreographed only by the nature inside of them. Sometimes I see them while waiting at a stoplight and I wonder..... why is my day moving like this? Why can't I move like that? Even with the harsh realities they must endure at times, I really envy birds.
I would never clean you up. You're beautiful!
i think you could really get a cool poem out of that. I was tempted to write something but its so close ( its fine as it is - I just mean to reduce it down a little to poem form)with "choreographed only by the nature inside them" which sounds cool
oh about my profile comment...
aw shucks :))
Thank You..I'll think bout it more these next couple days. I have some dreams I'm thinking of doing something with too.
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