Feather~

~Dying is an art , like everything else. I do it exceptionally well~ Sylvia Plath

Inside the luminous arena

of coruscating souls

they took my arms

in their place

wings seeded

swelled

from my shoulder blades

a dove made of snowflakes and sugar crystals

gave herself  form from my right hip

much to the delight

of the man

who was poured from Egyptian  gold

a crystal goblet to his smiling lips

ambrosia stains at the corners of his mouth

he offered an eagle’s feather

in the space between my abdomen

and the sacral hollow of my spine

I bent into the headdress of his craft

feathers curling from my eyelids

cream skull softening

to receive the meliflous down

of the a swan

a crown of melodious sparrows

circling my sentience

 

Later

on the ice

we did figure eights

sipping steaming latte

topped with dreams

curling steam

into a future wisp

he said,

“put your lips together, and blow”

a puff of air

red rose petals

ascending the sky

 

They took my wings

in their place

arms grew from my shoulder blades;

it took a while to be comfortable

with being human

again

 

Sometimes

on top of tall places

I wonder

if my arms

and sheer will

would hold me up

if I were to take a step 

out

onto a passing cloud

 

 

 

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Author's Note

~NDE~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

When the soul spreads wings to fly from the shadows of life into the light of truth, the visions that one must see must be amazing. Whatever the scientific explanations, the experiences are real to the individual having the NDE. To relinquish wings and return to earth … how could one ever possibly be the same?

You so easily step onto a higher plane, spread your wings of thought, and descend, bringing with you such visions of loveliness, that we are all inspired and changed forever.

"You live on Earth only for a few short years which you call an incarnation, and then you leave your body as an outworn dress and go for refreshment to your true home in the spirit." - White Eagle

[Blossom]

I love this, it so calming and full of freedom.

[Art]

you weave a tale from the depths of the soul...

an exceptional work...Selene

[bubblez12345]

the words you use actually make me feel like i'm in your position which is actually really good. this is a great poem that makes me feel. . .well it's just a really good poem.

[Michael X]

you take the reader by the hand and lead us to the edge of the winds where we are picked up and float upon the ever grace that is your poetic expression, I loved the snowflake imagery, what Goddes of words can create such a unique vision but Poet Selene~ :)

[Larry Dyson]

wings seeded

swelled

from my shoulder blades

a dove made of snowflakes and sugar crystals

gave herself form from my right hip

"and they grew to two entwined in procreation,
little dovelets spouting from the place of joining and enshrouding the fullness of My form as I gave birth to a cloud of rose petals on the swirling wind of snow flakes."you always inspire

[.]

"I wonder
if my arms
and sheer will
would hold me up
if I were to take a step
out
onto a passing cloud"

~Plath always shows us the loveliness of (art&death&beauty)~
(as it it relates to 'we' the sane poet)

~well expressed dearest :)

[Geralyn Miller]

You ever so esquisitely blend myth and fantasy with an earthy zest for life to create your very special swirling phantasm in carefully wrought imagery that is an intimate pleasure to read.

[SpokenWord]

I saw the transformation as life instead of death, a new birth into after life going from angel to human to pass into dust. Within my mind I saw this person dancing on skates in celebration of life passing. Rejoice over being mournful, thankful over being bitter.

As always your inspiring vision is awesome!

[Poeticadia]

A inspiring vision of transcendance; beautiful imagery. The last stanza completes the journey - coming back down to earth, having learnt a different perspective on life, self and faith; a new freedom of choice. Perfectly crafted!