halo, halo
flooded by musky greens
that wipe out the bitterness
to your taste
hands tight on my waste
and lifting me
to sit on a shredded pillow
the window open
the walls damp
the chill once again comforts me
embracing an icy touch
you cut my hair
a head of bleach falls to the floor
my black roots remain
fragile breaths come from the trees
awakening once more
creeping their branches into the room
creeping under my tunic
the sky clears and I am soft
the pillow empties of its feathers
removing the inside
releasing the weight

I was walking along watching only the sky,
When I saw something out of the corner of my eye,
It was floating and dancing with a mind of its own,
And I wanted to catch it, and bring it on home,

It was whiter than snow and was fluffed like a cloud,
"Oh, look at that" I found myself saying, out loud,
I was told as a child, should we see such a thing,
It's our angels, sending a clip from their wings,

A reminder I'm told, Of our loved ones who've passed,
such a feeling it gave me, it was quite unsurpassed,
For to catch such a thing and to hold it with me,
Filled my heart with a glow, and my sorrows set free,

If you see a white feather, try to catch it and run,
Bring it home in your pocket, show it to everyone,
Tell them what it might mean, spread the love and the joy,
I hope mine was my mother, saying "hello, and enjoy"......

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 06/05/2019

You think
I am a hen
In god's house

There for the plucking

Oh honey
How foolish you are

To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me

My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly

Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip

You thought this dance
Would be swift

But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried

Like feathers in the wind,
We fall, sailing slowly, randomly blown about,
Never knowing which direction the wind blows,
Every move, every struggle how ever hard we tried to wrestle against the wind,
Down down we fell,
So is the beauty of an empty heart and a lost soul, searching for a solid base in the dark nothingness.

Like feathers in the wind,
We embraced the wind while we have no control over it,
Finally all worries gone without a trace,
And in our heart we were born a new,
With freedom in our minds and a heart to live through life freely.

So Leave the fools with the praise,
For in the end, we all are feathers in the wind,
Each one travelling between in it's own space,
Eventually falling into the sea,
Sailing into the near forever,
Disappearing from view.
A steady reminder that life is not a race.