Where do you spread your wings
and reveal all of your beauty?
Who cares?
Who benefits without knowing?
Whom might it frighten – and why?
Do you care?
What does shame taste like?
What is the smell of abandon?
Map your territory.
When do you settle on a small patch of earth –
alone and fertile?
What are the results of a season’s brooding?
Where do you extend yourself to your limits?
How do you know when you’ve reached them?
How do you keep your balance in this position?
What is the shape of the word that comes to mind?
We both found and posted a feather with those exquisite water droplets on them, today. I had never found one quite like it before. So beautiful. And your words xx
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I rise
a bird of paradise
of colorful plumage seeking flight
I spread my wings and leap
headlong into what’s right
I know not where
this journey ends
nor the hardships that lie ahead
I choose for living
a hallowed bit of ground
a writer
Defines my “I am”
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