Plumage
Dressed to kill - the oddest phrase
With colours bright and eyes that gaze
As scented mist floats on by
Leaving onlookers and their curiosity
A painted face upon sculptured skin
A subliminal glance that grows thin
The prompting of a moment gone
As words remained unused
The day of toil wraps up routine
And drags us to the tv screen
Where we can watch ourselves and
Our lives pass by
If we could reinvent our enlightenment
And make the stars fall like snow
We could change what we thought we meant
And rediscover what we have stowed
Rustle feathers and spread those wings
Open eyes and see beautiful things
Make your own surprises
And shake off the settled dust
Let not that coat turn into rust.
©SJ2010
