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 ~REFLECTING MOMENTS~

CHANGELING ll


Faintly, I hear a ukulele~
it's strings curl
upon an plastic breeze

I walk lightly, across trash and sand
those filthy humans, I mumble
with their masks of genius?

The magenta skyline is starting to recline
into a blanket of blue

Lights wink across the water swells
and I wonder who we are?
where are we going?

Stranger thoughts are secrets

Just here I am centered
upon a mound of earth
and saturated underneath
a crescent shaped moon

There is an understated ashen glow
beneath winking eyes
I gaze...

...A magnetic pull moves me
I lift from this reduced place
having two views

=Frozen and divided=

The season has quickened
and I tire of this life
I wish to resign my position

At no fault to this world
I am the acrobat
flitting to and fro

Falling down sometimes
we will and will not-
I pick myself up!  

Just to carry on, again
dreaming of elaborate worlds
and always preparing to be surprised

Perchance I die happy
I morph into an poets instrument
the kind where no human is needed

Created by the God Hermes
whom let by the wind

An Aeolian Harp
I would possess harmonious melodies
beside that ukulele
upon an oceans pedestal~

Written by,
Abby lynn
©

Aug. 14  2013












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