May 28, 2009 5:19:01A Poem by AekmyI was outside, watching the birds fly through the blue sky.A perfect, still figure in one hour, back grounded by the grey and orange clouds of the sky is captured in a single shot. Scrabble and squabble is all that can be heard among the birdie language, but nothing can be understood. Light waves of God’s hand blows a steady breath of peace across my face. And at other times the breath is more confident, striking my hair, this page, and the ground we walk on into odd shapes.
Laying on this stomach, enjoying the wondrous grass. Flipping my legs back and forth. Oh, how I giggle so. Being alone is a beautiful thing. That bird, oh that bird, so free. I watch it, watch it freeze in mid air. My eyes are sprinkled with fairy dust floating in its presence. Innocense is bliss and when we use this we use a bit of our heart, using out heart to beat the world. When our heart needs to beat our bodies it thumps harder and harder. I scoff at my own epiphany. A world lives beneath my bare feet. Insects traverse, leaves, grass and flowers everyday. Home and back. Back and Home. Beauty lingers in their bodies, linger so softly people fail to realize, and see it. Bodies fly through the air, singing me a song. Little wind chimes whistle in the distance. They put me to sleep so easily. I wonder if they know the human lullabies. I do know they have smartness about them. I believe they know what they’re doing. I believe in them. © 2009 AekmyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 29, 2009 AuthorAekmyThere is beauty is uniqueness. Embrace the strange or perish in the ordinary.About"Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection. - Anne Sexton" more..Writing
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