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red eye

night brings
eclectic
fantastic
frustration

a flight
of swirls
and french
curlicues

dive
into teapots
and tickle
toast crusts

you speak
i cannot hear
over public address
whale songs

i extend my
hand
a foot feels
like fifty yards

kisses
micrometres from
touching sparks
miss connections

in terminal
holding patterns
you and i
in dreams

circling
i can see
my life
from here

Rene~September 2012

Image via Magpie Tales
Flying Down by David Salles, 2006
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  1. Brian MillerSeptember 23, 2012 at 10:01 PM

    ha. i like much...some fun play in your lines rene...the public address what songs....your hand a foot...smiles...terminal holding patterns....you an i...very cool take, as surreal as the picture but clear as day....

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    1. UnknownSeptember 23, 2012 at 10:21 PM

      Thanks Brian. Yes. It's a very playful take on dreams and flying.

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  2. Irish GumboSeptember 23, 2012 at 10:48 PM

    Your skill with turns of phrase is pure amazeballs, madam! That's why I keep coming back here to get water from the well.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 23, 2012 at 11:27 PM

    I! so! loved! this! Blissed out!

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  4. UnknownSeptember 23, 2012 at 11:38 PM

    Rene,
    This sounds like the life-fantastic. Fun and fabulous.

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  5. UnknownSeptember 24, 2012 at 5:35 AM

    Enjoy the trip, Kim

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  6. BerowneSeptember 24, 2012 at 7:01 AM

    Life in holding patterns - yes, I've known that...

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  7. Jotter GirlSeptember 24, 2012 at 7:43 AM

    The toast crusts my son left behind for me today have a new and tickly meaning.

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  8. Tess KincaidSeptember 24, 2012 at 10:04 AM

    I love love love "I can see my life from here"...nice Rene...

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  9. HelenSeptember 24, 2012 at 12:34 PM

    .. swirls and curlicues ~~ of course, it's elementary!

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  10. Wayne PitchkoSeptember 24, 2012 at 4:54 PM

    nicely swirled Rene and well written....thanks for sharing

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  11. JinksySeptember 25, 2012 at 6:34 AM

    in terminal
    holding patterns
    you and i
    in dreams

    A brilliant Mag write, which ever way you look at it.

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  12. Silent Otto September 25, 2012 at 11:33 AM

    Thanks for the birds eye view of this complex image, Rene

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  13. John (@bookdreamer)September 25, 2012 at 4:22 PM

    Surreal words well matched image

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  14. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2012 at 5:33 PM

    I really enjoyed your play with words, patterns, and rhythms.

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  15. ayalaSeptember 26, 2012 at 10:25 AM

    A cool and playful write. :)

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