fallen from a wing
left out of a flight - dejected
feathers mourn themselves
I see the sadness behind
bright resplendence of colors
Art by Beverly Dyer
Concealed
fallen from a wing
left out of a flight - dejected
feathers mourn themselves
I see the sadness behind
bright resplendence of colors
Art by Beverly Dyer
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This is very clever, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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Feathers mourn themselves… excellent.
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Thank you, Bjorn! Living without a purpose is akin to death.
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Excellent interpretation Reena, of this piece you chose of Beverly’s art. Wonderful choice! I considered the feathers.
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Thanks! Will look up your entry.
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You packed a punch in this little gem. I think we leave those “feathers” behind for a reason, the ones that weigh us down or perhaps lessons learned and set free….oh the possibilities.
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In short, those are not useful any more, and it’s not a very pleasant feeling.
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Interesting idea of feathers mourning themselves when they fall.
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They are bereaved 😀
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Oh my what interesting perspective. Beautifully written. Thank you! Bev
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Thank you, Beverly!
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Thank you for the prompt, Beverly!
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I like the thought of seeing sadness in the colors of those feathers.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Rejected …. or set free?? Something to think about.
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Hmmm…. yes. Thanks, Beverly!
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Yes, I feel that when I see them alone on the ground, beautifully evocative.
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Glad you could relate to it. Thanks!
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I can see them slowly drifting sadly to the ground! Their last flight!
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Unfortunately, yes….
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