A Self Portrait As A Blue Eyed Bird

A self portrait as a blue eyed bird

As if we were both Angels

Lines on a fading cliché

Hyphens on a lyrical musing

Therefore out of the frame.

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As A Blue Eyed Bird (February 7, 2019)

by ©️sophia D. S. wright

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Earlier, I looked for my Love

But the only missing piece was me.

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And now, all musings unfold

An origami dream gently meanders

And I forget. I freeze...

Such a delightful thing to do.

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Interlude (January 5, 2019)

by sophia D. S. wright

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Hide and seek in the grass

Flowers and freckles kissing

She’s a landscape with dots

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A Freckled Landscape (May 13, 2019)

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As wandering drunken snowflakes

Hit eyes, lips and hair,

Making the breath sudden and madly shorter,

One can see blossoms in the sky,

Guess a shapeless glistening ground,

And dream glamorized dreams of glass,

Transient, ever and ever.

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Transient, Ever and Ever (February 26, 2019)

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I left a red mark

On a pale landscape,

As a token

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A Red Mark On A Pale Landscape (February 2, 2019)

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It is me, myself and I,

About our selfish self

And my host of other folks

And fine ghosts

Flaming forlorn love fantasies

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And what if, lost and found,

Feathers blown, shivering inside,

We were already Angels ?

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The Angelic Self (January 19, 2019)

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