Spotted,
striped
In
vivid hues
Supplement
my demeanor
Complement the masks worn...multi-faceted!
To Purr,
whine, bleet…
In
and out
Hiss,
growl…
Wildly
loud yet, silent
I
dart across horizons
New,
and old re-visited
Cooing
and cawing
I
squeal out the spirit
Assimilating
the milieu in my senses
Fathoming
my boundaries
Dwelling
in Retrospection
To
sync with the prospective, hopefully
While diving
new shores
Flapping
to throw a few droplets...
Gliding, breaking
into a flight
Cutting
through the wind...
In
pursuit of
the story
About
Me
Beneath
the layers
in black and white
Just
me.
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Here's a bouquet from me for those beautiful lines :)
ReplyDelete"In pursuit of the story About Me" everyone should make a run...
Cheers!
Oh I LOVE this! Yes, fling those droplets, cut through the wind, squeal and caw. The boundaries grow more distant as we age - at some point they disappear (but that is likely senility, and we Wont Go There, hee hee). Great response to the prompt, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteWow, I loved wondering about the wild beneath your layers!
ReplyDeleteFun to read and left to our own imagination
:D
Break out open from the black and white ~ Like the energy in your words ~
ReplyDeletesmiles...i like the freedom found the further this goes along in being just you...that is a true freedom there...nice conrete images as well...the flinging water....
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this. The exploration of the different layers of 'me-ness' can be a very worth while and meaningful endeavor. And 'rejuvenating' as well!
ReplyDeleteLovely lines...love the birdlike metaphors.
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