murmuration convocation
incantation
o’er the nation
rise above the situation
fibrillation, elongation,
deformation, oscillation,
emulate a cloud formation,
pull apart, then reformation.
inundation,
fascination,
eliminate the infestation.
tabulation,
information, vacillation,
valuation.
calculation, cogitation,
cannot fathom situation.
cancellation, consternation,
ruminate without cessation,
call my goddess for advice,
only points to their ovation.
no idea, no information
to explain their
elevation.
divination? demarcation?
relaxation orchestration?
perhaps its only trepidation
flocking there sans segregation
goddess whispers,
“visitation,
friendships need no explanation.”
ah, and thus their navigation
high above our social station –
no objective,
one vocation:
artistry, of
god’s creation.
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You have a great flow going on. Very tight and rhythmic. I can see you reading this and acting it out. 🙂
Gracias, mi amor.
Siempre baby.
The video is fantastic, the birds are wonderful. The music, the imagery, and you speaking your poem work in harmony, just like the birds doing their dance. Nice work baby.
Thank you. This is like the 4th reading. Something weird happened every time. The recording skipped or something else. Once, I mispronounced a word into a word that doesn’t exist.
A piece that was evolving as you were trying to capture it. Just like the impossibility of stopping the birds doing their mysterious areal display. 🙂