Out of the Ashes . . .

lillian

So you say
only birds gather
to crow and cackle,
perched on wires
their party line?

Yet I see
humans wearing blinders
yes-we-believing
crowing the party line,
trying to keep their perch.

My hope?
I sense winds shifting,
see phoenix regain strength
poised to regenerate
and soar again in truth.

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Written for Misky’s Twiglet #181: so you say. Photo from pixabay.com

 

13 thoughts on “Out of the Ashes . . .”

  1. Dwight L. Roth's avatar Dwight L. Roth June 27, 2020 / 4:11 pm

    What a great metaphor you have here! I love it. By the way, I am old enough to remember the party line telephone at our house!

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 13, 2020 / 3:38 pm

      Me too! From 1970 to 1974 we lived in rural Iowa and not only had a party-line, we also had the last 5-digit phone numbers in the country. My parents would try to call us from Chicago and get the tone on their phone that they misdialed. They’d have to contact the operator who would tell them repeatedly that they were missing a number…until she finally somehow put the call through and we would get it! Crazy, huh?

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 13, 2020 / 3:39 pm

      Well….I’ve always dreamed of soaring….just lifting up my feet from the floor and floating around the room.

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  6. adda's avatar adda July 1, 2020 / 8:01 am

    <3… memories and future all wrapped in one

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    • lillian's avatar lillian July 13, 2020 / 3:40 pm

      Yep! Remember the party lines in Marengo? 🙂

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