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A little red bird told me
She's still here
Spirit steadfast
Lifting lead weights off my chest
Like dead leaves till I'm at ease
and I still believe in beautiful dreams
and she still believes in me from above
You could learn something from that kind of love

Better late than never
Getting better at letting go
Though sometimes still tethered
To a nothing that feels like forever
Stationary should be the canvas
Not the state of being

A little blu bird
Flew past so fast I almost missed it
But she skipped a wing flap to ask
"Why aren't you soaring?"
If I'm bored then I'm boring
What have I been ignoring?

I am part of a history of clenched fist optimists
and hardcore heartbeats
I'll martyr my artificial parts
Because art is the start of change
and this is only the beginning

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I would give one of my dogs to be able to write something that reads as rapidly as this does. It's like it drags the reader onward, even tho there are things I want to stop & ponder along the way. So I read it fast once-thru, then again to ponder. This is amazing writing. I'm so impressed with you. Such imagination blasts are sprinkled thru-out: "she skipped a wing flap to ask" (God grant me a fraction of this much whimsical to preface dialogue!) Sorry to make a habit of this, but I creamed my jeans over this: "clenched fist optimists and hardcore heartbeats". Reading this makes me want to write right away to see if I could surf the wind behind such powerful plowing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[ThoughtsIBought]

Thank you so much! I really try to make my poetry dense with meaning and I'm glad that comes through. Your feedback has really helped me through a week that was feeling a little creatively stagnant otherwise so thank you helping put some gas in the tank with your kindness!