Dreams, floaters, peripheral visions, third eye sightings, almost theres, ghosts, cherished illusions, flotsam, table scraps and little dancing particles
9/01/2010
Omen
she gave me the eye
piercing, direct, challenging
the wind whistled
it felt suddenly colder
what part of the exchange
was in my head
was she menacing
all around leaves flew in litttle
whirlwinds- magic or omen
does one ever know?
3 comments:
chill up my neck, hairs on arms are standing on end… goose bumps. I can hear the wind in your story...
coincidence...perhaps but it does send the mind to wondering...
Lovely! A lyrical corner in which magic is still possible, cuddled in the cold reality of the 'real' world...
Best!
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