Sunday, May 15

In A Previous Life
















In a previous life
I was an owl.
I can see you
from a mile away.
if I perch on your shoulder
your eyes seem like jewels.
please don't look at me
or else I’ll remember these
wicked claws and
the thrill of the hunt
when what I want
to be is wise
and soar.

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Flash 55 written for One Stop Poetry Challenge – the Photography of Fee Easton.  Photo by Fee Easton.

12 comments:

  1. Fantastic moral self-debate raging here within such few words. Interesting take on the prompt. I enjoyed it very much.

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  2. Whimsical and as Aaron says-- portrayal of ambivalence! xxxj

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  3. I love the balance of reincarnation with animal instinct, which in the way you wrote it seems all too human. Great poetry!

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  4. I love the reincarnation and the whimsical feel to it- lovely :)

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  5. yep - i want as well be wise and soar and then..these wicked claws and the thrill of the hunt...agh..this was excellent matt!

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  6. ah, the beauty and grace...and sharp talons...who are we to argue with the order of things...perhaps better to embrace it all in understanding...

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  7. I am glad you chose this prompt, you created a wonderful piece for it. The balance of our inner self was expressed so perfectly in the form of reincarnate. Great write my friend! ~ Rose

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  8. Like the flight with the owl
    What a view
    Nicely done 55
    And thanks for the visit - so sweet

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  9. "when what I want
    to be is wise
    and soar"

    that is one terrific ending.

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  11. Every word is a shiny that should be protected from magpies in this one. Lovely piece on the dilemma's horns between asking and taking, wanting and having, staying and leaving--and what to be.

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  12. I've never thought of the owl as an enigma, but I see he is. Our symbol for wisdom who also rips the head off of small creatures. :)

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