a beautiful feeling to this. some things hold for moment and some things fall. excellent write. ~ Morgan

a study in the essential continuum
"...structured lines happily
fragmented.." ah yes, just the right
phrasing and the right line break

and it goes on and on

good to read you, Axilea, a poet
among so many bloggers and diary writers

john

Axilea, We see what is coming and yet keep silent as always...

Always,

Deborah

much to read in these lines
budd

'Beating hearts with wings',....'jasper birds whisper moments of holy singing past and present in the air breaking bars like broken rhymes''.............. VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

ya gotta love the alliteration in these little fragmented pieces--"syncopated swallow's flight...skies sensitive grace - simple...simply suspended" and "just before the blue gold evening ... no longer afraid to fall..." woven inbetween all those sexy s's. It all does seem fragmented, but then again, I do believe that's the point of this whole piece, unended, and yet meaning something. We choose to sieze our own meanings and silence the words. Such a shame that we do that really, as much of the beauty of words is the way they sound, not just the meaning. That last strophe just echoes in my mind, as does the line(s) "undone sentences of strictly material jail". So I'll be true to myself--that is, I'll rebel and let the words rush on. Never mind the meaning. Here are some more lovely s's: susurrating sustenance fumbling in a purple stream... Who knows what that means? But to me, it sounds pretty. --Charlie

My meager brain remains confused between the beauty of the swallow's flight and the Jasper bird's song, except that in the evening light, they return, unending.

Ron

...in occlusion and substitution we penetrate the "thick pale texture above"... where falling leads to where there is the "apex of a" revelation as much as a "revolution" and "words unended" precede and are prescient of words upended... indeed, Ms. MU, all is not as it seems... and this is why we write... to keep it real... or so surreal that reality is sewn together with uninterrupted "moments of holy singing" and the "broken bars" to perpetually undo the "sentences of strictly material jail" and liberate the immaterial forever! (but this is just a cursory reading, and first impressions are not always what they seem ;)

Roger

My first thought was Stan is correct, he ain't right.
How lovely you describe the freedom of flight.
No rhyme intended..................LOL


Walt

Axilea ...now this might sound crazy but the imediate image I had when i started reading your words/lines was that of that Asian,jet plane 777 going nose first into the ground..."Jasper birds whisper
moments of holy singing" right before the impact " oh well i never claimed to be right in the head...