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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
fingers

fingers

A Poem by m.s.early

Here I am
Clear and on a wave
My spirit is collected
And I am aware of who I am
Pain is emanating 
This very effervescing moment 
I am beyond allegiance with time
I am painting a beautiful picture of her fingers
I am wetting my brush and directing the lines
In the vapor domain of transcendence
There is harmony 
Like converging flocks of blackbirds
Blending on the wind

© 2015 m.s.early


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Not sure how I missed this one....but it is here....right where it should be...all those blackbirds sittin'on the wire....waiting just waiting to take flight. Remember who you are, where you have been, then turn around and leave behind what doesn't belong and walk out....the sunset is waiting...the air fresh....the wisdom calling....close your eyes...open your soul....can you hear it?

Posted 8 Years Ago


"Pain is emanating... This very effervescing moment... ". Nice lines. A very vivid imagery of love you've pondered with words. It's kinda imagery of romance that comes after being hurt & learning the belief of loves. Well written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I come away from your poems with an aura of unnatural beauty permeating a glow in my soul. What a wonderful write Silver.

Posted 9 Years Ago


such a good piece, and best line "i am beyond allegiance with time"---
we bend to the wind of time, of pain, and yet even feeling all of that, it is like Oedipus...at least we have learned who we are and we accept that...our spirit collected...

nicely done x.

jacob

Posted 9 Years Ago


this was a joy to read and savour Xavier -
the stand out track on this classic album was
"harmony
Like converging flocks of blackbirds
Blending on the wind.." - wonderful imagery indeed my friend. Happy New Year

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on January 1, 2015
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"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..

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