Dance of Sparrows


“Dance,” she writes and the words blur before me.
I put the missive down,
Let the wind carry it from my hand.
“Dance…”
Why it matters I don’t know.
I fall back on the grass and close my earth eyes
To open my third
There to watch the sparrows dive and wheel in a peerless blue sky
Mid wisps of clouds like tatters of memory
You might think me asleep,
Unconscious,
But I’m not.
The morning sun is a silver disk
Time marker
I cannot in this state truly tell it from the moon
Nor can it hurt my eyes
It is both my beckon home and my portal to other whens.
Who cares?
The sparrows like the minstrels sing,
High notes plaintive and lovely,
Haunting on my dreams…
I’ll follow them there
And dance
It doesn’t matter why
Like the sparrows
I’ll dance for the sake of dancing.
Time doesn’t matter here.
Here is where I fly.

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About Ampbreia

I'm an ex-Pentacostal, ex-Muslim, ecclectic Agnostic with slightly Wiccan leanings. I am not affiliated with any organized religion or political platform, but I do believe in magic and all things wise and wonderful. I work as an admin in a calibration lab. I've published 2 books so far this year: Lost in Foreign Passions: Love and betrayal, passion and loss in the heart of an alien land (a memoir of my time as a Muslimah and living in Iran for a year), written under my previous married name, Debra Kamza, and Dream Lover (a paranormal romance, the tale of witch that summons her favorite character out of a Bewitched spin-off and the actor who plays him as well). I'm constantly writing stories and poems, thoughts and dreams, and quite a few opinions - many of which are not popular but oh well. Bite me. I'm interested in art, animals, the paranormal, and people. I love to dance, all sorts, but have been studying belly dance since 2006 and LOVE it! I love anime too and love dressing up and going to conventions. My writing runs the gummut of historical, science fiction, fantasy, romance, and erotica. Beware: I may not be safe reading for work. Just saying....
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10 Responses to Dance of Sparrows

  1. Jingle says:

    you take my breath away/
    love the imagery,
    🙂

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  3. seabell says:

    There’s a certain mystery… And I particularly liked the final statement.

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  4. Kay Salady says:

    This piece took me to a place I’d like to visit while meditating. Perhaps, I too, will dance with the sparrows. Belly dance is great. Thank you for your lovely poem!

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  5. Just a stunning piece…tranquil and beautiful..ELiza

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  6. Jingle says:

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    You will love the encouragements you get once you are in and make commitment.

    Love your blog and writing style.

    You Rock!
    xxx

    hope to see you share, all free and fun, we love new talent.

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  8. Juniper says:

    Beautiful, darling! I especially love, “I’ll dance for the sake of dancing.
    Time doesn’t matter here.
    Here is where I fly.”

    Infinite. ❤

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    • ampbreia says:

      Thank you. It was actually a barely remembered dream I had about Rishi, my dance instructor, trying to tell me something. What little I could sketch of it sounded like poetry to me so I just went with it and gave up on trying to record the dream properly. It was the last post I was able to post here though. After this one, my blog went all wonky. I haven’t tried again.

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