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Orphani
Sep 09, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

seagull days

                                                                                    



There are days sold, i am not agile in
Seagull days ,wandering 
Wind-riders  master
Free flying, in forms of saliant sky

Discarded snail-eyes sink in sand,
Deforming sight,  to Salted shell, and driftwood dream,
Wasting in the tidal plastic

I knew the wind whispered beneath a bird
When young morning rode
The winged arc of light
Star song in my ears
So high

In deep small sand 
A single grains dream
Beneath Your love






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— Orphani, Sep 09, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

I came to read a first post

I came to read a first post for a new member and I sit here in awe of this masterpiece I bow to your pen, wonderful first concrete poem for the site , my god can I get your autograph now ? save time when you get famous lol ... just joking but seriously THE best first post I have seen in an eon :) welcome to Neopoet Hi I am Jayne I am your greeter and I am smiling LOL kind Regards Jayne :)
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odd molly

16 years 9 months ago

I love your play with

I love your play with letters and words in this poem. I find it very interesting and beautiful. The freedom of a bird's flight is similar to the most beautiful gift we have received .. our independent spirit. and yes I love the line: *how small in your veiw is a single grain of sand* beautiful ! Love. odd molly
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Orphani

16 years 9 months ago

as a poet life is a series

as a poet life is a series of questions "odd" in what respect Molly? one who looks up to wing and air shares the place of spirits lofty, and i call friend.
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 9 months ago

Orphani...

Welcome to the site, I hope you find it an enjoyable experience! Your poem, while I found the images very powerful, the way it is delivered was quite a distraction to read. It seems I am the only one though, so don't take it to the bank...lol. welcome again to the best site on the net... Richard
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

This one too Orphani

Is splendidly special as I said on one before it should pehaps come under the category of art in that it should be written on a canvas of some sort and displayed on a wall, the heiroglyphs of the seagull dropping to stare at the grain of sand. Ann of Norway
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raskin

16 years 5 months ago

Seagulls

I grew up around seagulls, they are wind riders. I like the use of that phrase here. raskin
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

I took the time to look into

I took the time to look into your soul (your poetry and home page) and was surprised to find the scope of your talent broad. Where are you from and whats your avitar all about? Barry ...o..
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raskin

16 years 5 months ago

Thank you

I thought it was funny. I used to smoke and she looks so light and breezy while she is lighting a rag in a bottle. It expresses a bit of my personality I guess. I haven't written much here, I keep my own blog and most everything goes there. I'm learning, some days there is time to puzzle out structure. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems. raskin
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

In forms of saliant sky

There are days sold ....(sold?) I am not agile in seagull days, Wandering wind-riders.............(the repetition of the W's I like to come in the text to dance along with it?)  masters, 
Free flying, In forms of salient sky.........(I love the salient sky.) Discarded snail-eyes  Sink in sand,
 Deforming sight,   To salted shell, And driftwood dream wasting In the tidal plastic...............( I love the tidal plastic too!) I knew the wind whispered beneath a bird, 
When young morning Rode the winged arc of light,
 Star song in my ears
 So high. In deep small sand  
A single grain dream-sing of….........(Single grains dream-sing of...)
 Beneath Your love's 
Divinity. Barry I ride the wind again, just for my own pleasure and wish no harm to come to your 'Divinity' my good wishes for a wonderful year for you in 2010. Love from Ann in the wind. The left letters WERE all level in two programmes, but here perhaps a gust of new year northern winds in the -9%C caught them and made them squiffy!!
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

You are always welcome at my

You are always welcome at my table as are your insightful comments. Your poetry is showing a new clean breath of creatiity.Perhaps it's the fox fur whispering of the nights beneath the moon.a kiss,a hug, and a glass of wine.It is little enough next to the gift of you.B
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Oh wow again what do I

Oh wow again what do I answer to this flush of feathers in the wind? I am , no,not that's too banal, I feel, no that's too...? Just a plain thank you Barry for your appreciation, brother in 'crime'. Love Ann