Thursday, October 6, 2011

serendipity in a paradox #12

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Caught in
autumnal
incessant
hazey heat
reflections,

the first storm
urges
before it
a windforce-cold
sand-bit feel.

Dearest low 
barometric
dive
lifts me
from my seat.

See, there
blown
upon gusts
three turkey vultures
play with it's force,

bringing my eyes
winging
out of my head
so my heart
can watch the leaves
change.


6 comments:

  1. put those eyes back in your head...smiles. nice verse...i like autumn...

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  2. Quite a title. Fall does make the eyes bug out. For sure.

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  3. Beautifully intricate. It is so hard to capture and convey the special feelings those very complex events and transitions can produce.

    —— - —— - ——

    The winds conjured up
    Every slave in my heart
    And decided to set them free
    —— Ma Muse, "On The Altar"

    —— - —— - ——

    On the wind, I feel the warmth,
    like the town where I was born

    Blowin' down a two lane road,
    it rides just like the one back home
    —— The Greencards, "Time"

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  4. Very nice!
    __The ugly Turkey Vultures... and yet, there is that contrary beauty they show, as they soar in the winds. _m

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  5. i swear i saw something new here...hope you are well...

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