And does this bird have any scruples?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: scruple.
And does this bird have any scruples?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: scruple.
I saw a flock of birds way out in the water last week. I zoomed in and took the photograph pretty blindly. The flock is getting bigger. I think they are getting ready for their yearly travels
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: team.
The mergansers were enjoying the sun just as much as we were yesterday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: amirite?

sometimes when
we are alone together
and just talking
wandering from topic to topic
and you say I always disagree
and I say …(I don’t say no I don’t)
and I say I like to think about things
from all sides
and you listen some too
sometimes when
we are alone together
and just talking
it is as if we have reached a harbor
and feel at home
the problem with angels
is that they aren’t grey
nor do they have color
they are black
or white
sort of boring, really
pick one side
good or evil
night or day
male or female
I would rather be fluid
I want to be able to transform
liquid to solid
solid to gas
gas to solid
gas to liquid
flow around things
seep into the earth
always always
return to the sea
keep your wings
project black or white
as you choose
on me
while I flick water at you
and go for a swim
_____________________
written 2014
I was asked to write a poem from the perspective of the angels in my dream. I have posted this once before, but not with all the other Falling Angels poems. It is a sequence of poems responding to a dream.
Falling
We are stars
We are born
We are made to burn
We flame
We explode or burn out
We are made to die
We are angels
We are made to fall
We all fall
We are white falling in black space
Or black falling in white space
If you prefer
It doesn’t matter
It is the contrast that is important
There is no light without dark
We are angels
We are made to fall
We all fall
Do you fear
your fear?
your anger?
Your grief?
falling?
death?
We fall for you
If you reject
your fear
your anger
your grief
falling
death
We will fall for you
We accept falling
All must fall
If you accept
your fear
your anger
your grief
falling
death
We will fall with you
You will fall with us
I go in the sea
of dreams
open the chest
the trunk
the saddlebags
Empty the dirty laundry
Of emotion
On the floor
Grief and joy
Fear and hope
Mine
All mine
There is a place
Beyond words
I see you in that place
It is very old
And very young
It is so frightening to go there
Lose words
The first time
It is haunted and hunted
Are you aware
Of that place
Do you go there
Of your own volition?
Or do you struggle
Fight and suffer in the
Choppy boundary between air and water
Fear drowning
Water surrounds you
Above you too
You are in the wordless place
Over your head
Are you too deep?
Open your eyes
In the green water light
A mermaid waits to lead you
To a rope to a raft
And me
But first you must open your eyes
Poem: finally.
BLIND WILDERNESS
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