June 29, 2008 at 1:55 am | Posted in Verses + Vignettes | 4 Comments
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Threads of thought uncoiling
Swirls of memories gathering
Like so many beads.
Shades flickering
Sounds disentangling

The glint of an eye
The swish of wings
Of a bird in flight
The touch of a feather
Floating in the air and
Gently settling down on earth

Like a drop of water that clings
On the end of a leaf
Like curls of smoke
That escape
Like clouds that glide
On air

Mingling, fusing, merging
One by one
They will all be gone
And reborn

Mahogany hues and emerald foliage
Born of the earth
Into the starry canvases overhead
Infinitely stretching.
Driving down
Into an endless spiral
Only to rise above again.


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  1. Beautiful. I read it a couple of times, so as to grasp the meaning, and I’m glad I did.

  2. Yeah, the meaning is kinda indirect…

    Thanks for the kind words ;]

  3. This is great!
    Now whenever I’ll hear the sound of the waves I’ll remember your poem (-;

  4. Thanks! That was one of the nicest compliments anyone ever paid me! :]

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