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A Happy New Year! - a reminisce of words


A reminisce on words...

HAPPY NEW YEAR to ALL those PRESENT ......and MISSING, the writers, readers, hobbyists, the profound, the playful, the mighty, and much less so... the big or small POETS.. .

To those WorDSMitHs of a multitutude the crazy Word ACRooooBats

and

pleasant peacocks, admiring peahens, chirping budgies and those

with big full spread wings

catch the breeze!

Be a word condor ?

or more nobler -

Be an albatross ? and glide effortlessly... across oceans blue

or perhaps be

a gymnastic caged bird, knowing you are admired

perhaps not! (chuckle)

Stand proudly beautiful, an elegant flamingo in a salt brine acid lake.... preening despite the burns

Maybe you're flying?

a talon wielding eagle, out for its prey, soaring 'n diving calling through canyon skies...

or perhaps, you might be serenely majestic

a swan upon an endless golden lake?

gliding into distant glinting sunsets....

ahhhh... words

that

swim in the lake, fly in the sky, through clouds and burning suns, buds, resting in trees, ready to grow, burst forth, fed by the sap of Spring in the midst of freezing Winter

Perhaps you are the pages of life? and we are, together, the book

frayed and tatty or newly pressed and fresh as mint simply being the fragile, yet long-lived paper, parchment an electronic screen of wondering, flickering thought?

words of your soul

the paper of your mind

where will you write - to say it all?

Perhaps you're a bird... or simply a breathing living poet? breathing life

Breathe.... breathe....

breathe... , as words might rise from your grave

like the midnight owl

calling

effortlessly

or the night of chill, of cool air

to calm the baking Summer nights... .

Can we choose our minds eye?

to warm our hearts

yet see the chill, the cold...

Your spirit speaks!

©Jason Christopher 2017

A reminisce on words

FREE SPEECH in poetry or prose, is often intimidated in many forms,directly and indirectly, by fools and the powerful, let your words be free!

but without the hate and malice, such intimidation from intimidaters, often hides

 
 
 

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