Bird on a Wire Part 1

A collaboration with Rachel Blackbirdsong

  

Eyeing the elusive bird on the wing I see

Flying free gently walking soundlessly moaning

Descends the I in mountainous bellows

Over the moon wandering through heaven searching

Embracing the fall that escapes me

Void of previous fears yesterday has died unremembered

Breathlessly beholding woe

Nighttime secrets languid lovers breathe dreams

Exploring height where the watermark broke

Yelling whispers gentle language holding joy

 

 

 

 

 

 Please read this first:

Bird on a Wire Part 2 A Poem by Blackbirdsong

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Each of us wrote a sentence and then gave each other the word to begin the next sentence. We didn't see the poem until it was completed.

Reviews

[Siobhan MacIntyre]

It's hard to describe the sensations this evokes: surreal motion, grasping for smoke, reaching for the essence of a soul. This reminds me of the type of jazz that sounds like all the instruments are tuning up at the same time, but softer, gentler. The lines are stacatto but flow seamlessly, and this line is purely exquisite: yesterday has died unremembered. Very compelling work.

Now...am I the only one who didn't know you are the one Rachel keeps talking about?!?! Sheesh! ;-)

[Crazy Cat Man]

incredible piece

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

There are many great lines here all working together to draw your readers on.

I loved it and now i will move on to read part 2

Dave

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Lionel, you write so well.. This is beautiful in images and language..
I like 'yelling whispers gentle language holding joy'.. great one .. really masterful..
someday im going to do this (maybe)

Chloe
xoxo

[Ken Simm.]

Very rarely to you find work that has such transluscence. This is one. Regards Ken

[T. L. O'Neal]

This has a slow, gentle tempo to it. Like it should be read in a whisper and has a magical quality to it.

[Blackbirdsong]

I like the dream-like quality of this one and yet somehow it still makes sense. It's funny, but there are places here where I've forgotten which lines are mine and which are yours. That's pretty amazing by itself.

:)

[Jenny Davis]

So mystical, this bird is held in high regard....I am on to part deux :)