Mind Birds

Mind Birds

A Poem by Kristin Reynolds

just a vision I had of my tongue being a garden...yes, I am an odd duck. :) and yes, I meant to write whole, not hole.


My tongue
is alive
with garden,
climbing the walls
of my mouth,
feeding my mind
with lavender blooms,
twining my feet
to themselves,
seeding the earth
as I go.


And up

through the roof
where I am
housing small birds
in my nightingale nest
of marigold hair

I am still;


as I am

warming new eggs

the warm feather down
of my tongue,

where they are
cracking their shells
with lavender petals
with songs in their chests


through the whole
in the roof
of my mouth.




© Kristin Reynolds 11 20 2010

© 2010 Kristin Reynolds

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Unusual.Risky. Imaginative. Leaving my own interpretation. Superb. I have Haikus on my page, brief reads, all. Yours was bold and provocative.

Posted 9 Years Ago

who wants to be normal if this is odd? Now I want to be a bird in that garden :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on November 21, 2010
Last Updated on November 21, 2010
Tags: bird, birds, garden, imagination, egg, birth, idea, ideas, love, life, living, being


Kristin Reynolds
Kristin Reynolds

I am just me: liver, breather, and writer of life, looking to connect with other writers and lovers of words. I wrote my first "real" book last year, a creative non-fiction, and am currently writing .. more..