This poem is much less about disconnection than it is about reconnection; attaching the lines because there is no way to be set apart from the whole of existence.
I flap my wings
Out of hand
Is the scrape of my skyline
This bird knows no limit
Its tail is the iceberg
Crystallized under pressure
I sink and rise
All at once
I am the inflow
Resounding in the chamber
Of my lung-heart
So close your eyes
And take a good look at all
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5 comments:
i would love to be a bird soaring high.
Wow! This is an interesting piece - an excellent read!
I like the large scale imagery in this.
A lovely piece of poetry. The music set the mood. You have an artistic talent. You relaxed my soul. You made me think. I enjoyed the time I spent with you.
my lord! you took my breath away with the imagery!
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