I feel my head tilt back with yours
and let the sweetness find its way
in again. Again slip nectar
to you, thrum to your
thrum. As one,
we fly as a hummingbird flies.
Bit tipsy on power, bit proud
of the racket we make.
At the crest, morph to
an eagle, swooping,
rapacious.
Sated, are slow parting
doves.
Time and again, we find
each other, no matter how strong
the wind or dark the cloud.
Funny how a pair of odd birds can
soar.
How much electricity can throb
under thinning feathers,
how much lightning and hail
we fight off. Loss or no,
look who is back to rebuild
their nest. Less like swans
than albatrosses, but both
in it for life. Not caged like pet lovebirds, but free.
I've come back to BIRDSONG several times and always found myself soaring away somewhere inside and in realms undefined before I could share a comment. What can one say? The power of its beauty and passion encourages joy and enables flight. Thank you Poet,
This one catches air and flies like sensual fluff. A bird knows its life mate through thick and thin, weathering life's storms, the metaphors crack open here like sunflower seeds, Pea...Birdsong sits well on the highwire...balanced act with talons as sharp as a Carolina wren'nen sum...
Nobleman's son, Todd Ramble, returns home after years abroad and finds himself falling in love with his step-sister, who was now a grown woman. Unfortunately their love is brutally challenged by his tyrannical father.
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
Nobleman's son, Todd Ramble, returns home after years abroad and finds himself falling in love with his step-sister, who was now a grown woman. Unfortunately their love is brutally challenged by his tyrannical father.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Regis
peace, Carole~
Be always safe,
Karen
Newfie hugs, Rose
Loved it, Pea!
Edwin
Sage