I watched him stride down the boardwalk,  sit down beside me to people watch pale tourists glowing  in the sun. My eyes caught the light that shown through his lips and his elegant hands lifting and dropping like majestic birds.  In the long shadows of dusk  there are questions in need of  soft answers, sunsets slipping down the horizon like hands  over sun warmed thighs.  He is a sweet  breeze through a  tropical garden but the sea is enough for me. It’s salty breeze lifting my chin.

 

Art by Steve Hanks

 

 

 

95 thoughts on “Majestic Birds

  1. Ah, a song of independence!
    A prose, yet a song as a breeze lifts it into a lilting.
    Still, he seems like a magic man in ways, with his hands waving abracadabras disguised as birds.
    xoxoxoxo

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  2. I sent a new drawing! So excited! PBH fighting Evilomlap.
    There’s sun tomorrow, so I will be able to take all the pics, and finish the rough up.

    A special thought out to Lonely. He had his heart surgery today! YAY!!!

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  3. We know about majestic birds. Real and metaphorical. Wings of desire. Wings to freedom. Wonderful prose and poems. Great artwork.

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    1. Any time I want to see majestic birds ( that would be anytime!) I need only visit you Timothy. Sometimes one can encounter metaphorical sea birds here. Thank you for the wonderful comment. Hope the Owls are doing great!

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  4. I love the imagery in this, Rene… and like Resa said, an independent woman, enjoying the magical man while he is there before she herself flies away… or he does 🙂

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  5. Such a Charming vision Rene. A moment to connect and a lifetime to dream of the real pleasures that console and leave us contented. I wonder if those who have not lived in that space between sea and shore can imagine the beauty of it. Well, through your poetry and writing, they can.

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    1. That is a beautiful message Dan, the ocean is such a big part of life here, I can’t imagine not having the beach though I’ve been land locked many times I always find my way back. Thank you Mr. H. Your words brighten my day.

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      1. I’m happy to hear your day was a bit brighter. Thankfully, I can get down to the beach in a day and the drive is not so bad. There really is something about big water and clear shores that makes the spirit expand.

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          1. And you as well Rene. Let’s put the virus away and enjoy some good socially responsible hoe downs and throw downs, as we used to say on Fridays when the hay was all in the barn.

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          2. The only farms I know about are Avocado farms , oh and mango farms. I know there are some vegetable gardens down in the Redlands also an amazing Amish Bakery with honey buns that are awesome.

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          3. Things have really changed. All our family farms are now shopping centers and apartment complexes in the Tallahassee area but toward the Georgia line a few cousins are still holding the line. When I was a kid it was all tobacco, cotton, and tomatoes but now they do wheat, peanuts, and of course, hay. But the real money crop remains good moonshine.

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          4. Ah yes, summer on the farm was cotton fields, tobacco, cows, a grape arbor And white tail deer. It was beautiful but then back to the city and that was fun too.
            Night Dan. Have a great Saturday.

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          1. Maybe. It is always difficult to go back to “old” writing. “Need to change that. hmm. Doesn’t work quite as well as I thought…etc.” Maybe you should just forget about it and put together a new one?

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