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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. Sherry Blue SkyJune 15, 2014 at 7:30 PM

    Good one, Rene!

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  2. ZQJune 15, 2014 at 8:51 PM

    Wonderful!
    ZQ

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  3. Preeti S.June 16, 2014 at 11:23 AM

    Vivid and beautiful.

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  4. HelenJune 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM

    Very nice, as everything you write delights.

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  5. SusanJune 16, 2014 at 2:22 PM

    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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  6. hyperCRYPTICalJune 17, 2014 at 2:40 PM

    And so it is.
    Anna :o]

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  7. Silent Otto June 20, 2014 at 11:15 PM

    This one really drew me in !

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  8. Silent Otto June 20, 2014 at 11:16 PM

    This really drew me in !

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  9. Tess KincaidJune 21, 2014 at 3:46 PM

    Always enjoy your scrumptious textures...

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  10. Indigo RothJune 22, 2014 at 4:34 PM

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

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