I hear singing
a bird has been released
droplets of freedom spin from her wings
she is ruffled and puffed
a little fisherman
longing to dive
embraced by ripples
with fish on her mind
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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Pain goes in, love comes out.
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This is wonderful. Great images and paced just right. Dave
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Thanks! x
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You have been to PP&P enough to know that this would fit very nicely with what we try to do there. 😉 Just sayin’…
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I ACTUALLY thought about that just the other day!
I’ll check out your submission process ASAP xxx
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Lovely poetry you’ve got here! “droplets of freedom”. 🙂
Nice poem indeed!
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thankyou 🙂
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Reblogged this on The ObamaCrat.Com™ and commented:
I have missed the poetry of the silver poet from “silverpoetry”. So glad she is back.
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oh thank you kinds sir, i’m always around, in the ether waiting for a yes from the universe and then VoilA!
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The words of the poem mimic the movement of the dancer so well.
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Waoooooh … Just so tastefully elegant in a class by itself … Thanks for sharing …
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Thanks for reading, and your compliment is a tasty silver fish xx
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Smiling … I appreciate your postings always … Thanks again …
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I love the sound of “ruffled and puffed”!
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i see the birds coming out of the water and shaking the droplets from their feathers and also proud of their catch at the same time 🙂 xx
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Love this so much! I can just picture her graceful movements. Beautiful!!
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ahh she’s a dancer alright xx
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being one moved by the passion i find in life, this phrase particularly caught my attention and it appears to be the pulse, the heart of the poem: “a little fisherman
longing to dive…” longing is desire, passion. thank you silverpoet :~)
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you are welcome, and it IS the pulse… its all he thinks about …. and because he’s thought it he WILL
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well thought-out response… full of impact and suggesting that action proceeds intensive thought, concentrated focus and visioning. yes! thank you silver poet 🙂
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superb!
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love xxxx
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wheres you poetry gone?
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i can’t find your link anymore
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delicious x
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oh they were… those silvery fish 😉
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This is good it has a nice rhythm.
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thankyou, its a naive flow, that I allowed …i really didn’t doctor the poem at all its the first draft xxx
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You are a reader of fisherbirds’ thoughts…
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its a little known talent 🙂
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Thanks .. The Silver Poet …
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thankYOU
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Very nice
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thanks xx
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This may be one of my favorites from you. A little slice of everyday doctored up to be all sparkly and gorgeous. Superb!
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these are the best ones that just happen…I always loved playing doctor…so it all makes sense! I love the way you put things x
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So beautiful!
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Thankyou 🙂
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