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A Book Said Dream and I Do
by Barbara Ras

There were feathers and the light that passed through feathers.
There were birds that made the feathers and the sun that made the light.
The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer
than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings,
stiller than the stare of a hooded falcon.
But no falcons in this green made by the passage of parents.
No, not parents, parrots flying through slow sleep
casting green rays to light the long dream.
If skin, dew would have drenched it, but dust
hung in space like the stoppage of
time itself, which, after dancing with parrots,
had said, Thank you. I'll rest now.
It's not too late to say the parrot light was thick
enough to part with a hand, and the feathers softening
the path, fallen after so much touching of cheeks,
were red, hibiscus red split by veins of flight
now at the end of flying.
Despite the halt of time, the feathers trusted red
and believed indolence would fill the long dream,
until the book shut and time began again to hurt.

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Just love it, wonderful, and deep

It didn't make sense to me, yeah, maybe because my tongue twisted in knots from the 3rd line :P

I'm with Abed. Lots of repetition. The good thing though is it made me read it at least four times lol

Lol, guys, haha, I don't know why I can't see them that distracting. I read it 3 times to understand it though. :)

Oh come on! it's awesome, read the lines how soft..and the ending how :(...i love it tho im still analyzing the message or emotional state, but as metaphors, images...just stunning.

I give up :/

Ehem, a PM?

I loved the way it started. But as soon as parents came into it, I was thrown off. Story of my life.

It's got a nice feel to it. One of someone enjoying their marijuana, outside. Where there are birds.

I love the way it stared. But my tougue got knoted at the 3rd line. Lol

Sounds more like LSD to me than marijuana, Abbs. ;)

I get a huge sense of stream-of-consciousness writing here. As a person who has done this on more than one occasion, the piece might not have a purpose other than to seem beautiful, albeit jarring to the senses.

To me, it is an interpretation of what art can do to us. It feels like the writer is telling us how she felt while reading someone else'ss work. If you allow it, art can bring you to a heightened state of consciousness - similar to spiritual/religious experiences.

It's good.

My bad, Jordan.