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Aeon
by Elizabeth Jill
If you would to ever hold a bird even for a moment,
make sure your hands smell like feathers.
No. Make sure you are feathers.
Learn this one skill.
01/11/2012 Posted on 01/11/2012
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/11/12 at 04:00 PM Truth.... thank you. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/11/12 at 04:41 PM ... brilliant..... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/12/12 at 01:04 AM moments and birds flutter together in your feathered hands -- remember this one constant... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/13/12 at 05:17 AM This blew me away. It is Rumi-esque, and I love it!!!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/21/12 at 07:18 PM were you that bird, I would be that feather, a whole slew of feathers, and you'd know by their fanning, you were home, as I know I am at home in this miraculous ode which is of a feather to fan the blues away and everything else that ailed. |
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