bird iNside

[SmileGRL]

you

died.

winter

came.

i’m a

biRd

iNside

a cage.

noT sure

if i

waNt

to

sPeed up

tiMe.

or

tuRn

it

baCk

[still.trucking]

I missed your poetry

I must be trying to freeze frame time

Time is not what I think it is.

..., space and time are forms of animal intuition. They're tools of the mind and thus don't exist as external objects independent of life. When we feel poignantly that time has elapsed, as when loved ones die, it constitutes the human perceptions of the passage and existence of time. Our babies turn into adults. We age. That, to us, is time. It belongs with us.
Is Death the End? Experiments Suggest You Create Time

please pardon the ramble

[judih]

bird inside
rattling time
like a spoon across a washboard

[Perdida]

Big Hugs Mj

mxx

[happytrails]

I really liked this. Really. There is a but. I found my self distracted by the seemingly random capitals. I was trying to decode it. Finally, I just ignore the caps and read it as if they weren't there. Then I was able to enjoy it. Can you tell me? Is there something to decode? Or is that just a personal quirk?

[SmileGRL]

jack.truck...your reply is not a ramble. it was the perfect reply that soothed me. yes, time. is bound to us. it's how we exist. and yet to the universe, it's everything and nothing all at once.

my thoughts behind this poem...on the morning i found out my brother died (last week thursday), it became winter, physically (one day it was autumn and the next undeniably winter). and i could not go to his funeral or my family back in south africa because of immigration documents or process or whatever not allowing me to leave the US and come back. so i felt trapped. and there was all these feelings fluttering around inside me and then there is wanting to turn back time like we always do with loved ones that passed away, or fast forwarding to when i can finally go visit my family again.

judih...exactly

miss M...yes please

happytrails...thanks. and sorry...no hidden message. the folks here know me as the girl who uses caps randomly. i guess it's a quirk. mostly i use caps as a way of emphasizing words, lingering a moment with just that word and it's place in the poem and possibly it's how i would read it out loud, maybe, sometimes

thanks for reading and replying guys. i'll reply to some of your posts and share the painting that was inspired by this poem next week.

[happytrails]

Okay, I can get used to that. I can even understand capitalizing certain words for emphasis, but the reason I thought it was some kind of code thingy, is because they were sometimes in the middlw of a word or at the end. Oh well, nice poem. I will be watching for more and now that I KNOW I will be able to focus strictly on the words.

[SmileGRL]

okay.

so here's a painting i worked on this last week. it's mixed media (papers acrylic paints and graphite pencil) on 16 x 20 inch canvas. the words on the bottom of the canvas is the "bird inside" poem.

this is the first time i've used the new file attachment method (we used to just copy embedded images or links) and i had to resize for it to be accepted.

you can click on image to enlarge.