All the holy grounds
28 June 2016
Twenty-three birds
Flying into skies
The flight’s journey motionless
Partition of Time
Composition supreme
In a day’s dream
We breathe in waters
The future made of blue hues
Before we take flight
Discovery of light
Transformation
Multiple process
Rolling within our own waves
Segregating touch
Graveyards or bliss the caves
Gleam through my spleen
Memories of green
The blue surrounds every tale
Recollections frail
I don’t remember much
Titillating
Electrified stars
Synapses intermingling
Recreating frames
Remembering our names
My mind so keen
I bleed through the sheen
Of crystal ice that surrounds
All the holy grounds
Upon which we walked free
Reading of the poem:
Prelude – Vangelis
Losing sleep – Vangelis
Cosmos – Vangelis
Beautiful
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Thank you Tosha. I am not sure how this got unliked and how my reply disappeared or maybe my phone simply did not register both.
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I’m not sure what happened I can’t even see that post
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I can’t either. Only saw it in my email
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I don’t really follow this one, but I like the language. What is the significance of 23 birds?
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Thank you Derrick 🙂 . I like the number twenty three as it speaks to me on many levels as does the idea of birds and bees. In this poem’s context, 23 birds could refer to our DNA.
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wow
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I just realised my smile cut off the k in your name 😀
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As good as a kiss 🙂
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Good thinking 😀
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the music is deep, can feel it inside. Such symbolism in your words. Well done-
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Thank you Hector. Am glad you enjoyed it 🙂 ❤️
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