Bird of Paradise

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?

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  1. #Nothingbutmetta4

    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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