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voyager



i recall the tug
the inescapable call
my legs
their journey

a paper crane 
tossed through glass 
brewing perfect storms
my soul did not flinch

tribal drums coax
wild flickers 
from a distance
it's a jungle in here


© 2014-Rene

for Magpie Tales


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  1. Very nice, as everything you write delights.

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  2. An inward or outward journey, It's delightful that the lures are there despite the initial crane through the glass and despite the jungle. Go. That's important.

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  3. This one really drew me in !

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  4. Always enjoy your scrumptious textures...

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  5. I feel there's some chaos theory in here. Perhaps we all impose our own experiences upon poetry? Indigo x

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