Menofiction; Random Tales..."Wall Spirit"

They come
They go
These creatures many

Flutter
Scatter
Never are still

Not like me
The one beneath

Without me
They have nothing

On which to rest
To stretch their wings
To show their colours
Or signal mates

They come
They go
These creatures Men

Stomp
Pomp
Circumstance

Unlike me
The one beneath

Without me
They are nothing

Cannot breath, eat
Or spread their arms
To show their might
Or signal mates

They come
They go
These creatures

I am ever
Yet they see me never.



Inspired by TAKE SIXTY TWO    © Yamini Ali MacLean 2013

This is one of the reposts from the 'TAKE TOO' blog. Am pre-loading the bloggy again this week as am uncertain of my travel timings ...

5 comments:

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    1. Hari OM
      ...we are but shadows of The One Beneath... &*> Yxx

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  2. Says the Almighty!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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    1. Hari OM
      ...you got it doods!!! &*> Yxx

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  3. I could only think that this post was about pigeons. Even after reading it several times and some things not making complete sense (concerning pigeons) it was the most logical to me.

    Mind you, pigeons can be deep. They come and go, never any babies, yet always lots of birds.

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