I throw rose petals in the air with bread crumbs on the beach just so I can imagine that seagulls like the esthetics of roses. They tell me they love roses but I don’t believe them, but it’s OK because I know they’re hungry and we can agree to be happy for all the wrong reasons. We both are in between something but feathered things are grand tickles.
Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
RT @PoetrySkep: Evening storm
beat down wisteria petals
bruised near my feet
~cao 8 hours ago
RT @VWC_Writes: Free was the wind
and for a moment
I too, felt liberated
an anonymous feather
(from an old dream of flight)
empty of all… 9 hours ago
RT @VWC_Writes: It was a beautiful sadness
rain that fell without apology
its small hands gracing
every flower at my heels
translating it… 11 hours ago
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I throw rose petals in the air with bread crumbs on the beach just so I can imagine that seagulls like the esthetics of roses. They tell me they love roses but I don’t believe them, but it’s OK because I know they’re hungry and we can agree to be happy for all the wrong reasons. We both are in between something but feathered things are grand tickles.
lol I like that.
A few lines can say a lot and I like this a lot.
I’m glad you enjoy it.
Always.
MMMMMMMM LOVE IT!!
Thank you!
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