Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Crows



I wasn't with who I was supposed to be with.

I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing,

Those hated things.



I was with you,

The forbidden friend;

And it is useless to tell a crow to stop flying

In mid-sky.



We had snuck inside somebody's garage,

And you, Your Ladyship, you said,

"Look at all this shit!"

Lamps, hammocks, car parts,

Lawn chairs, steamer trunks,

And our hearts

Beating fast with the happiness of minor crimes.



You, Highness, marveled at a ginormous spider web,

Then did claw hands at me.

"Eet ees flyink spiders!" you said,

And we laughed even as we shushed each other.



I laced my fingers through yours, and for a moment in the dusty wonderful gloom of that place,

We flew together in each other's eyes.

Then, you were shoving a few shiny silver tools into your jeans pockets,

And we were off,

One hour closer to a thrashing,

And to the day when we would make our own rules,

And choose our own company to keep.

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36 comments:

  1. "We flew together in each other's eyes"?

    That has made my morning. It's simply beautiful :-)

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  2. make our own rules,
    And choose our own company to keep.

    What a good idea...

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  3. This poem took me to some really fabulous places in my memory. It is beautiful.

    PG

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  4. Impossible for this poem not to stir up memories of forbidden, delightful moments.

    Lovely. Thanks for this.

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  5. "It is useless to tell a crow to stop flying in mid-sky." I so love watching fellow beings soar. You do it so well with your writing! This was a truly wonderful read.

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  6. This reads like a love letter to a special friend...a very close one. I love the way it begins.

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  7. Forbidden friends and everything that means ... so well written!!!

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  8. 'one hour closer to a thrashing' on the edge of adulthood.

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  9. And it is useless to tell a crow to stop flying
    In mid-sky.


    Oh, FUCK yeah.

    One hour closer to a thrashing,
    And to the day when we would make our own rules,
    And choose our own company to keep.


    I'm getting this tattooed on my soul. Thank you.

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  10. Never unders-estimate the clever crow.....they are always one step ahead of you....Great write Shay...bkm

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  11. everybody needs somebodies garage to escape to...for an hour or seven

    right on, Shay :)

    Rene

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  12. smiles. some deviant meories creaped back into my head...nice mag shay!

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  13. Ah, the happiness of minor crimes!

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  14. "Lawn chairs, steamer trunks,

    And our hearts

    Beating fast with the happiness of minor crimes."


    Just wonderful (are you bored hearing sincere praise yet?)



    Aloha from Honolulu

    Comfort Spiral

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  15. The claw, the fingers, the shiny silver tools all send ref flags to my mind. Or is it Black Flag pest and spider spray? Or I am just being over protective.

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  16. What a magpie, Shay! I loved it!

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  17. "One hour closer to......the day when we would make our own rules,
    And choose our own company to keep."

    That is the dream of every 'wisher'.

    --wish-eroni

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  18. Fireblossom, you ROCK! Love, love this. I have forever been drawn to the forbidden thing. Haven't we all?

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  19. forbidden friends... elusive secrets... and don't we choose how to fill our days with wonderful memories.

    Sweet. Well done.

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  20. Beautiful poetry about deep and passionate desires.;)
    Thank you so much for stopping by my place and for your kind comment.;)
    xoxo

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  21. In awe. Again. I can see this scene in every detail, and wow.

    So far I have been a blank with this particular Magpie. Yours is the only I've read because I try to hold off until I have my own done. But I came to tell you that Onyx returned home late Saturday afternoon. Yea! I have no idea where he spent his time, but I do know that your good wishes helped him find his way back to where he belonged.

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  22. Havent we all been here in one way or another ... the excitement always outweighed how it would end

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  23. Minor crimes, forbidden friend, ask the crow to stop mid - fly, and many mores...loved each phrase Fireblossom...Super like :)

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  24. such a passionate moment, so well described.

    excellent magging.

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  25. lovely poem.. with the defiance of teen-age?

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  26. Marvelous piece. I love "the happiness of minor crimes". Hey, your mojo is perfectly intact. my friend! (sorry it took me so long to pop in for a visit) xx

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  27. Forbidden friends are often the best kind. Society can really have its collective head up its ass sometimes.

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  28. Forbidden games of childhood. Love it.

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  29. You have captured defiance so eloquently Shay...i love this one!
    :-)

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  30. Forbidden is wonderful! Temporarily, at least! :) Lovely poem...

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  31. you captured the excitement of sneaking away to forbidden places perfectly. Loved this post :)

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  32. Isn't it great having a gd friend 2do stuff with?

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  33. So you're the ones banging around in my garage last night!

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  34. If we only remained fearless, such a great story!

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  35. Way cool! I could so picture this.

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  36. The last two lines are my favorite..wonderful Magpie!

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