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Thursday, February 5, 2009

Treetop Secrets

Her consciousness tingles
in this thinning atmosphere,
stretching strong arms
out like naked wings,
her sound thighs grip
a bowing branch tightly;
her mind soars high above
spacious clouds
swooping like an eagle
to travel down cliff faces
like a rabid waterfall
and tumbling on the gusts
of exhaust from passing cars
like a sandwich wrapper.
All of her observations
playing like a film stuck
in fast forward; sounds
and smells leach
from the dancing leaves
around her throbbing head,
secrets rain down
from between the lines
of her thoughts as she prevails
among the treetops.

3 comments:

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

I love the imagery of this line:

"All of her observations
playing like a film stuck
in fast forward;"

I just realized that by reading your poetry, I'm always taken on a most fascinating journey into another world. A little mini-break from reality:)

Sarah-Paige said...

Hi Nancy
Glad you liked the imagery, that's one of my favorite parts too :)

They are my mini-breaks from reality and I am glad they have been for you too

Sarah-Paige

Boredum said...

the feeling when you write poetry is just priceless...

this is how I usually start writing my poems: I start out with the first line that tells how I feel at that current moment and then go on developing it by adding a completely different story to it... lovely times...

your poems are amazing..,
BoreDum