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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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Date: 1/6/2019 3:37:00 PM
Very descriptive and expressive Aqua. I also agree, enough 'space' for all of us :) Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 11/8/2018 2:38:00 PM
Interesting work. Sara
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Date: 11/10/2018 11:07:00 PM
Hi, Sara, I am glad you enjoyed, and found interesting- your comment is much appreciated! (((HUGS)))
Date: 10/22/2018 7:46:00 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.
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Date: 10/28/2018 6:20:00 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)))
Date: 10/16/2018 5:31:00 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..
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Date: 10/19/2018 5:14:00 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!
Date: 10/13/2018 10:58:00 AM
Outstanding wordplay, very perceptive and wry, great piece.
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Date: 10/18/2018 3:49:00 PM
As the saying goes- " it takes all types, "and a lot of typing too! Most poets are deeply sensitive souls, and we are in need of being accepted for who we are as individuals. I like the word " wry..." : )))