Sunday, January 24, 2010

Language: Part One



At first glance the morning appeared to be still
A sudden- BOOM! POP!
Silence. And a tickle to the eardrums
Chirping birds
Chatting loudly; a rapid fire of sound through the trees
Each sensory bullet is separate and distinguished.
Disperse….- Converge
A tumultuous linguistic relationship.
Engaging in a syntax dance over and over again:
Sounds flying over and under, twisting, spinning, stepping, clapping
Symphonizing and harmonizing:
Bobbing below, above, and in between the others
Tick. Meep. Cheep. Iii. Eeet. Tiii. Keey. Cuuu.
A structured chaos fluttering through my ears
Stuck in a whirl wind of sound
I reach for free flying feathers


Photo by Im on Tabouring posted on Flickr.com

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Breezy still


Candles light the stairs
Reflecting little mysteries
on stone walls.

The green ruffles of my dress
bounce.
Dancing as I ascend;
tickled by romance.

The summer breeze blows still
as our soft words slowly
bake under coal lamps.








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