Vanishings of Self
Foreign wings in feathery flight,
shifted winds of youthful droplets
Teary eyes, shut wide distant dreams,
manipulating, vision’s glare.
Paperback fades thin memories,
heart-felt letters, blended in breeze
Forgotten as the photographs,
nimble in the chill of winter.
Journey’s vocal chords, sing off tune,
flocks of birds, flutter east of sun
Ponderings, consulting their choice
abandoning all peaceful doubts.
Meandering over pathways,
chaotic thought by the meadow
Leaves of unique hues on cement,
having lost their flare in season.
As I do with each passing breath…
Wondering myself, who am I?




I am adding this poem to my list of faves!
Lynda

















I loved the mention of birds heading towards the sun.. Reminded me of the sunset, I love watching sunset and the birds going home.. Its eerily sad.. I loved your poem baby, as always.. You rock!








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