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Oh Feathered, Feather In my dream's You spoke to me of change And a guardian angel Yet nothing since has changed I am still the same No lion's I have tamed, Nor horses spirit's I have broke I am I fear what i appear A wheel without a spoke One solitary feather set adrift in stormy weather And all for this idle talk of guardian angels please excuse me if I do not cackle like a giraffe As I fear you have lead me up the garden path to a house overgrown with weeds So dank and bleak the floorboards creak beneath the weight of passing ghosts and shadows Of the remnant of the leftovers

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Date: 8/5/2020 4:19:00 AM
This fills my head. Drunk on symbols some stronger than others, as a bird nerd and an ex bike courier, I am particularly drawn to feathers and spokes. I remember exactly the moment I left the path. I have only recently discovered there is a whole science in line with my crazy thoughts, an ism I can relate to; Panpsychism. Be proud, this is a fantastic piece. xomo
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/13/2020 5:47:00 PM
Excuse my ignorance sorry Maureen What is a Canuck ?
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 8/6/2020 4:03:00 PM
A i’m a Canuck, a pigeon fancier, and a lover of Rowan Atkinson. Don’t remember that episode off hand...
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/6/2020 2:15:00 PM
Why thanking you again P.T Thouhts aren't crazy not thinking at all is. Cheers pigeons were used as couriers during the war. I don't know who or where you are from so this may go over your head but have you ever heard of Rowan Atkinson comedy Blackadder and seen the Speckled Jim episode
Date: 8/3/2020 2:52:00 PM
Brilliant piece Christopher, definitely one of your best, the hopelessness and dawning of reality that we’re alone with just our own thoughts for company is something I have faced up to, but my gut and damn intellect, won’t allow me to accept death as the end, besides I enjoy trying to comprehend the incomprehensible universe, I’m probably deluded but hey at least I’m aware and willing to accept all possibilities great stuff cheers David
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/3/2020 3:04:00 PM
Cheers David thank you very much my friend. Your not deluded mate your questing for and thirsty for knowledge and answers. A higher state of consciousness deep
Date: 10/18/2018 6:16:00 PM
You need to find a spoke....to get your wheels burnin'. ...love all the imagery and hellelujah ending. I have visions of "slamming" a pillow and duck feathers flying everywhere, edit that, make it Swan feathers (black), but then that's just me and I'm lacking coffee at present. On with the day.
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 10/18/2018 7:01:00 PM
Sleep and dreams for me are inspirational Lovejoy. 12 hours of beauty sleep a day for me and still Nothing . Whats a spoke supposed to do but drink coffee when spitting feathers Cobba. Have a Day Dude
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 10/18/2018 6:48:00 PM
and often I think to myself, what motivates a mind to write the words one does, ah it's a complete mystery to me.
Date: 8/17/2018 4:36:00 AM
Wow, mysterious and marvelously written. Your Free-verse poetry rocks!
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/17/2018 10:38:00 AM
Thank you I even like this and think it is quite good even if I say so myself . Thanks JW Cheers
Date: 8/15/2018 9:47:00 AM
Beautiful!
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 8/15/2018 10:04:00 AM
Cheers Esha thank you very much , much appreciated . Ta

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