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Three Little Owls

October 5, 2014
By EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
EPluribusUnum DIAMOND, Woodbine, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)."
-Sylvia Plath


Once upon a time, there were three close friends and one had a story in her head. She clung to feathers like they were rosaries and while one friend made a deal with the stars, the other got lost in them, climbing so high that her head extended, balloon-like, into the atmosphere and she floated away from them. The girl who was a bird got stuck up there, but the girl who liked birds fell backwith the one who could bargain with light and they held on to oxygen together. This was the whole of their story, and a moving earth burried them in the night until one by one they lost their teeth and fell apart.


The author's comments:

A prose poem from last spring


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on Apr. 5 2015 at 4:38 am
SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
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Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

I must say that this is by far the most intriguing thing I have read in months on end. Truly. I cannot say that I was able to understand all of it, only parts of it. Although I sense that it all links together and stands it perfect harmony. O and I loved your take on prose poetry!


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