A sepia postcard blew down the sidewalk
and settled at my feet like a sparrow.
I picked it up and read: Remember.
Suddenly the clouds were full of
choreography and music
and I remembered
forgot
remembered again.
Poised now in the gap between
remembering and re-remembering
I rustle my sepia feathers and flutter
at your feet.
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Friday, March 21, 2008
A Postcard from God
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Wonderful and beautifully nostalgic!
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Lovely - sepia is a perfect word for this poem!
Loved this - I agree with tumblewords, sepia is the perfect word for your description of dejuvu!
Lost in a collage of words...
Well done!
"Poised now in the gap" - what a great description. :)
Your words are music.
i am always in awe of your poetic voice...."I rustle my sepia feathers and flutter at your feet." i liked this the best....
Just wonderful!
Makes me crave for more.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques
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