Poem -

Extraordinary Vision

Extraordinary Vision

 
As the wild summer breeze
took hold
and I sat beneath my favorite baobab
looking up, to see all
the magnificence of this
seemingly upside down tree

I suddenly saw my own mind
fluttering above my head
I could hear the birds
having a bath in the sweetness
of their own glorious voices
splashing their musical notes
upon my thoughts

reaching up to catch
my very expensive tool of reflection
as it swayed from side to side
almost dancing to the sweet, sweet melody
of those beautiful birds
 
it flew higher and higher
into the sky
as if it knew
I was trying to grab it?

and then I watched it gently float away
like a lost air balloon
floating higher and higher
until it had vanished...

away from the now
and into tomorrow
into the new beautiful imagery
awaiting, my minds next
extraordinary vision.
 

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Rory McGinlay

Having a bath in the sweetness 
Of they're own glorious voice's 

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Shirley Harrison

Extraordinary Vision and sound dear Rory 🌹 their voices... I'm not the best at grammar but I think this is the way it should be? Thank you in any case for the heads up and for making me think. 🌹

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