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This is day 9 of Days of Unreason:
“I love the tracks left by hundreds of species of birds
that remain in the air like we do.” – Jim Harrison
Our flock springs
into flight startled
by intruding man.
Skyward we spiral,
a thousand wings
like poems flapping
in fire.
Hot flames send
wishes, hate, desire,
passion to receiving
clouds.
As we circle, revision
rains around us.
We sing. We sing. We sing.
Our songs remains,
tracks indelible
in the strata.
A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.” She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason. We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry. Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along. Come and join the fun!
Life in Portofino 
OK that might be *YOUR* best, LOL. “
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Thank you! I think I have better that I haven’t posted. But if you get bored, take a look through some of my old posts. They’ll at least cure insomnia.
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“like poems flapping in fire.” is fantastic. But “We sing We sing We sing” is a glory. Heart came up out of my chest.
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Thank you for these comments. It means a lot. Did I read that you are in HK?
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Yes. Sitting outside a Starbucks right now waiting for it to open. I didn’t think to read all your back posts as a cure for my inability to sleep, but can try that next time, lol!
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I have never managed to get anyone to read my fiction pieces… they are flash fiction and might be worth an eye roll. …or an egg role, considering your current location. You should look up Colin… he lives in Hong Kong.
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Breathing stopped.
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Nice, Charley. Starling swarms as fiery poetry in the sky, echoes left in the strata of air. I wish I can see them with my eyes some day.
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Me too, Colin. Me too.
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The point of view is startlingly real and gives the words so much lift and strength! I keep going back and reading again and the words keep singing. ‘Revision rains around us’ is fresh – feels true. I’m really having a hard time putting into words how this poem talks to me – it sings!
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I had a hard time to understand how it spoke to me as I wrote it! This is one of those that came out of a deep place… somewhere in the back of the brain cavity.
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Best ones reside there.
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