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Backyard.

chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,157
edited January 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Peaceful soft colors
flash brilliantly in a slow swirl
twisting me into midair
with more creation and imagination
than I can create on my own.

Some were peacock feathers
while others were blackbird
and hummingbird wings
that guided me onward.

Magic filled me
and my surroundings
with each movement of air
being feathered by kaleidoscope ladders
leading me to the sky.

A series of complex clouds
cradled my steps
each one
as I am off
off to the sun.

Here birds rest underneath
with open ended dreams
and musical branches
being played
for me
just for me.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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