Winging It

birds of a quill, or a feather
flock together at odd times
from all four corners
of thinking creative
to jostle with keyboards,
pens and sharp pencils
fingers fidget, tap-tapping
frantic scribbling down
in notebook's lined pages
screens and keyboards
prepare for posting 
all that flutters in skulls
staring blank-eyed into spaces
behind temples hot throbbing
turns tensile to tactile
steely minds become strings
unhinged yet synaptic
as typists happily fly
out of the window
out doing much undoing
with words, concrete stacks
of thoughts buried in letters
homing in on ideas is noted
by fraught-filled grey matters
e-motions will ruffle, jostle, shuffle
trying to find their feet
on narrow high perches
no one cooped up again
in confounded wired places
safety in numbers protects
from eagle-eyed predation
teeming teams have no trepidation
preening each other
pecking order in order
while who's who is related
faithful fair friends love being updated
lovebirds are word-cooing
with beak-kissing nibbles
some of us like darkness
it brings poets together
winter hibernation in torpor
taking wing in springing up ether
fancy that take off?
it's what we are made of....

all that really matters
when feathers start flying
is the daylight between them
caused not by division
but the tight act of trying
to avoid mid-air collision!





13/10/2018 
Poets need poets....enough "space" for all of us!
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Sands Avatar
January 6, 2019 at 3:37 PM
Very descriptive and expressive Aqua. I also agree, enough 'space' for all of us :) Thanks for sharing!
Kendrick Avatar
November 8, 2018 at 2:38 PM
Interesting work. Sara
Marine Avatar
November 10, 2018 at 11:07 PM
Hi, Sara, I am glad you enjoyed, and found interesting- your comment is much appreciated! (((HUGS)))
Lamoureux Avatar
October 22, 2018 at 7:46 AM
Yes there is enough space but somehow there are those who feel they need all the space and they push others out of the way. I enjoyed this thoughtful high flying piece.
Marine Avatar
October 28, 2018 at 6:20 PM
An honest comment, Richard! I have been hurt here, but keep coming back to write...isn't that what we are passionate about? ( And maybe I have upset others, yet more unintentionally, then out of spite or anger.) So I am grateful for your encouragement- we all need that " soft touch" now and again. Comforting to know there are those who are kind. (((HUGS)))
Lindley Avatar
October 16, 2018 at 5:31 AM
Agree my fine friend. Enough space, more than enough infinite expanse in body, heart and soul, if one but offers to gift ones creations and not expect to become a living God for doing so. Enjoyed this thought provoking creation..
Marine Avatar
October 19, 2018 at 5:14 PM
So true, Robert- we don't need to tread on toes, when there's enough space, do we? Caring and respect for other's sensitivities, creates freedom....not even God himself controls our free will and freedom of choice. As you so beautifully commented here, offer " to gift one's creations and not to expect to become a living God for doing so...) Peace to you, my good friend!
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