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What a Lark

"What a Lark" I used to be inspired once like a lark beating it’s wings higher and ever higher into a golden and blue eggshell sky. Hailstones hit me during ascension and I’ve fallen into steep decline, lying on a pavement somewhere where bystanders walk by ignorant and blind to this broken once shiny-winged lark who sings no more only breathing out shallow stories bleeding into the right-hand margins of a page, in a final chapter with no lines, it's not lore. Written on the body deep under the skin where no one else can see me save a person pluck each feather out and make them as their quill, you could try to find a story there if you dare - then go ahead and dip your chosen quill in the heart inkwell of this Lark, and continue writing for her with her magic blood from heart to your heart, but not in spite; The Lark’s story bleeds into that spartan white page with no lines except those damn margins are keeping everything in so tight and refined; the rules are the margins that require erasing by and by. There is a white page begging to be coloured with beautiful visages and rhymes with more than what is read you may find a story there my friend - it’s of smoke and mirrors, grit and city flights of love and mores the pity betrayal and disloyalty and lies the hailstones hit but they’re melting to invisibility when the Sun shines out it’s **** and she's remembering now all that is hidden beauty in her dreams as her eyes close softly lit. The Lark lies on the pavement breathing her stories out into the Etheric Plane bit by bit, but no one holds the key yet, to her Very Sacred Script. A big black cat strolls ever closer by arching his back he sees The Lark and wonders why she don’t cry, spill her guts; He is drawing ever closer now, so close he can feel her breath and he reaches out a paw "silently amuse me", he purrs, "just a little tweet", A muse silently and slowly awakes to touch his claw with her beak and she tries to taste the sweets. Lovejoy-Burton, December 2017.

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Date: 10/3/2023 3:42:00 PM
I come for another feather :)
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Date: 4/2/2020 6:22:00 PM
A truly splendid write Leanne. Deeply emotional with wonderful personification. Life can not be lived within a paragraph or between the margins and the words sometimes have to be written down the page. Also love the playfulness of your title.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 4/3/2020 2:47:00 AM
It is "Life", it is what it is. I must check my art work, the photos and the art, it is just as important to me as the music and the writing. I notice a lot of my artwork falls off the pages, within my PS stories and poems. The PS server probably cannot handle the weight of all the artwork. Life cannot be lived within a paragraph or between the margins...it has to be "lived" and "experienced" in real life, to be able to write some semblance of a story and one then tries to put the pieces of the puzzle together and breathe that life back into the story. Sometimes the story is a winner, other times it is not. x
Date: 11/23/2019 4:11:00 PM
Such a beautiful mind..meow
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Date: 11/26/2019 12:05:00 PM
:))
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 11/24/2019 8:52:00 PM
I was wondering when the big black cat would arrive plucking out my feathers to make them as his quills...
Date: 2/5/2019 9:14:00 PM
****....the word ain't "stars"... William Shakespeare was never censored. Regards, Taming of the Shrew
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Date: 2/12/2018 6:47:00 PM
Nice indeed ,
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Date: 1/22/2018 8:38:00 AM
Your friend gave you good advice.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 1/22/2018 9:16:00 AM
Indeed. A cat among the pigeons.
Date: 1/21/2018 10:23:00 AM
This is one of the best first poems I have read since being part of poetry soup. There is no doubt you are a poet. A belated welcome.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 1/21/2018 1:52:00 PM
I don't know about being a poet Richard, it was never my forte. I like to write full blown stories. But I am gaining an enormous amount of enjoyment from writing stories through poetry here. I have to admit, that is one of my favourite poems too, I was inspired to write it on the advice of a friend. It is the opening of a new full story composition that I am currently drafting.Thank you.
Date: 1/19/2018 8:33:00 PM
Leanne, your poem is so perfectly intriguing, enticing, enthralling and beautifully written with lovely and deep poetic emotion and bewitching imagery.. Your poem held me spellbound.. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 1/19/2018 10:13:00 PM
Thank you Susan. I'm still a novice. I love that poem very much. A friend of mine told me I might have potential and led me to this site at a time when I was certainly in need of inspiration. The more I read all your stories, the more it fuelled my desire to be a better story teller. I love writing. It is my salve and a saving grace. Thank you for your kind review. x
Date: 12/24/2017 8:50:00 PM
This poem did not inspire my poem, but it is a story about another bird. It resonates in a way. Two birds different stories, similar in a way. One rises, the other, well - that's yet to be determined...in another story, to be continued. (https://allpoetry.com/poem/7165986-One-July-Morning-by-Maria-Jeanelita)
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Date: 12/12/2017 6:33:00 PM
Nice poem. Arrangement of words is nice, idea is good and it really suits. Joy 2 review your beautiful,creative,sweet poem. Be in touch and keep reviewing my poems.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 12/21/2017 10:31:00 PM
Thanks Sanket, I will check on your latest. :)
Date: 12/12/2017 2:47:00 PM
Very deep first post... Welcome to poetry soup
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 12/12/2017 3:24:00 PM
That's very kind of you. Thank you for the welcome. I love what I'm reading in this place. Transports me to all your different worlds and deep far flung dimensions.
Date: 12/4/2017 2:15:00 PM
An adventurous write that has such a loving feel until the cat emerges in the end. I enjoyed reading this and the beginning of the Larks tale.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 12/4/2017 3:45:00 PM
Thanks Kristina. I love your work. Have read some of your stories yesterday. You have a real gift.
Date: 12/3/2017 11:27:00 PM
saw this piece when sent to me earlier. great.
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 12/4/2017 3:46:00 PM
Thanks Jurkowski.

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