Intuition Rising

A hummingbird and a house finch feed neat
precise in the stillness. Beyond the trees
reflecting silver green in the current
from the cold spring comes a thrum crosscurrent.

Fast wheels on pavement sound stress in harsh waves
aggress. We cannot see frantic airwaves.
We tune them out but in the deepest song
unease stirring coalesces. The wrong

premises support not this jovial
cloying reassurance, colloquial
creeds recited abecedarian.
Intuition flexes new, clarion.

Inspired by: Colloquial, Coalesce, Fractures and Cloy.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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