Never Met a Feathered Sheep…I did not like!


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A brunch walk by the water…with feathered sheep.

With feral tabby’s.

Disposed mongrel mutts.

Going as far as, the imagination will stroll.

Over the rainbows, and the, sun-showers, in the distance,

a bell tolls for…another other coven.

Born to be strays.

Setting bonfires to the vanities.

With the array of disarray, the caged birds sing.

 

No matter,

a poet’s poet…need not be by my side.

There will be no bridges to gap.

For our words have always met.

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Had brunch by the water with poets and friends.

Up in the air,

somewhere,

 a bell tolls another poignant soul,

up around the bend.

“For what are we born if not to aid one another?” #Ernest Hemingway, Whom the Bell Tolls
“For what are we born if not to aid one another?”
#Ernest Hemingway, Whom the Bell Tolls

 

 

 

3 comments

  1. I love this! I like the idea of feathered sheep! You write out the countryside like you’re Mary Webb, you have such an art at capturing the pastoral my favorite kind of writing. xo

      • Dearest you are my friend. In fact my best friend ever was called Ruth, she and I grew apart, because she lives in Europe and I in America, I miss her every day though, she is/was a wonderful person and the sister I never had. Even though we lost touch and that hurt, I never thought ill of her, she was the one person I felt most at home with. So you share her name, this is a good thing 🙂 If you want to email me (candicelouisa@rocketmail.com) I’d love to get your home address so I can put you on the mailing list for my new book there will be some announcements coming out in flyers that will be mailed and I would like you to get one – I will not share your address with anyone) xo

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