Prayers for Pixies
(c) Singleton 2009
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I heard the morning breeze
crinkle
like sheets blowing in the wind,
and the sun raised her spindly arms up
over her head and stretched....
lazy,but ready to touch the sky....
And there she was...
Hidden in the kudzu vines and the fallen oaks,
Wide eyed and cheeks flushed with blueberry blush...
the little woodland pixie
I always knew existed,
but perhaps only in my heart.
She stared at me ,
and held her place,
crouched amongst the wet leaves...
And I smiled at her....
in her tattered dress,
remnants of black fishnet hose
that disappeared in the night...
And she whispered to me....
barely above a breath..
"Peace".....
8 1/2 by 11 colored pencils, markers, ink on paper reclaimed from another day. May we all believe in the little hippie spirit, the hidden whimsy of accidental peace, the secret to stirring up the every day mundane and making magic out of nothing.
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4 comments:
...She's beautiful as always your artwork and words are magic~
Muah!
I saw her, I really did...
in the almost daybreak moments...
of my imagination...
and she stayed there for hours and hours and hours...
pulling on my heartstrings...
Much peace, girlfriend, to you and your world:)
I love this beyond any words...
ibeati...
thank you...
I loved her beyond a zillion words, had to stop myself a hundred times from writing an entire novel about the moment
I saw her,
believed,
and then captured her by accident,
like a polaroid picture,
on
a snatched up piece of paper and crayolas....
Sometimes we have to be reminded to believe....
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