poetry

I Am Flown. {poetry}

 

Sleep slips me on to wing tips.
Suspended and hung —
a hovering humming hummingbird heart
Buoyant and shapeless.
Alive and alert with energy.

I am flown past images:
finned things playing in ocean-filled buildings.
movement
hover
flick
trees speak their memories
movement
hover
flick
my love as a nameless formless thing
all light
all dream
all movement
hover
flick.

I am kissed
made breathless by
all this luminescence.
Small pinprick molecules
form museum-sized paintings.
Whispers become vibrating voice.
Lightning strikes and turns to thought.
Movement.
Hover.
Flick.

All of these anemones.

I am flown
flown
flown.
Wings burst through me this evening.
And only when I realize that they’re there…

… do I wake up.

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Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors

Brittany Connors is an actress, writer, and general life enthusiast based out of NYC. She is a lover of story, text, and all of the various expressions we find to make sense of ourselves and the world around us. She believes all expression is a celebration of this breathtaking existence.
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