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 ... And songbirds came
in all shapes, sizes, and colors;
perfection comes
in the expression
of their unique song.

Julian sang ex-votos
from his perch a-top
New York City.
He told subatomic stories
of lost causes
with great needs.
You could feel
them with at least 
thirteen senses,
as his melodies
carried you along
the paths of
faceless nobodies,
drops in oceans,
who didn't know
they were the whole.

Through Julian's song
You faded into We,
they faded into Me.
Things only
got better slowly,
and only for those
who had no choice
but to sing.

Comments

  1. Brian MillerApril 19, 2011 at 9:46 PM

    heck yeah...subatomic stories...i would love to sit and listen...this is great stuff theron...

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  2. Diana LeeApril 19, 2011 at 9:53 PM

    This reads like a light and easy song Theron. Beautifully written.

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  3. UnknownApril 19, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    this is really beautiful, every part. you gave us something for all the senses. beautiful.

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  4. Ami MattisonApril 20, 2011 at 7:42 AM

    "subatomic stories/of lost causes"--excellent! I love the ending especially, but the whole thing is just lovely. Nice!

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  5. AnonymousApril 20, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    Sensory and serene, with some fine descriptives - I agree with Ami, "subatomic stories/of lost causes" was an absolutely beautiful line. It was great to read this while listening to the musical tones of the video as well. Complimented one another nicely.

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  6. James RainsfordApril 20, 2011 at 11:20 AM

    "the paths of
    faceless nobodies,
    drops in oceans,
    who didn't know
    they were the whole."
    Loved these lines and thoroughly enjoyed the experience you've so cleverly provided here.
    Thank you, James.

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  7. ClaudiaApril 20, 2011 at 1:06 PM

    sometimes we have no choice but to sing..loved the feel them with thirteen senses - your poem is for the senses theron - enjoyed it

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  8. AnonymousApril 20, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    This poem takes you on a journey another great write Theron!

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  9. Apryl GonzalesApril 20, 2011 at 10:05 PM

    the paths of
    faceless nobodies,
    drops in oceans,
    who didn't know
    they were the whole.

    Love this, such conviction! Great post Theron!

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  10. KJ InkOctober 21, 2012 at 10:31 PM

    nice

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  11. UnknownApril 15, 2013 at 11:18 PM

    your words full of different shapes and color around you. so brilliant! ♥it sir, too too good:)

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