Friday, March 21, 2008

A Postcard from God

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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9 comments:

Geraldine said...

Wonderful and beautifully nostalgic!


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tumblewords said...

Lovely - sepia is a perfect word for this poem!

Cricket's Hearth said...

Loved this - I agree with tumblewords, sepia is the perfect word for your description of dejuvu!

Steve said...

Lost in a collage of words...

Constance said...

Well done!
"Poised now in the gap" - what a great description. :)

Sherry ~ Cherie ~ ms. herbes de provence said...

Your words are music.

rebecca said...

i am always in awe of your poetic voice...."I rustle my sepia feathers and flutter at your feet." i liked this the best....

Jeques said...

Just wonderful!

Makes me crave for more.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

One More Believer said...

beautiful