Scarring the olive tree’s bared limb I perched rooting eight ivory talons in feckless foliage from an early spring.
Sunrays reach in demising night watching gilded eyes resting on her sight, a goddess reaching towards bellowing clouds that hazed the sun to silence.
A stirring breeze commands my cryptic wings to fly like a slave, tethered, landing gently upon her frame as if the winds caressed her skin.
In a moment of stillness, a stream is heard babbling to stones on its journey to a place I’ve never been, where soldiers search the skies for my flight,
Tracy, this has exceptional imagery and is very well-written my friend. Soar on towards victory, Poet! I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing your talent.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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towards bellowing clouds
that hazed the sun to silence.
..exceptional lines..exceptional poem..brava!! Loved it!
vesna :)
"towards bellowing clouds
that hazed the sun to silence" <--- wonderful imagery
Love Tinka
Beautiful image - an equally beautiful write - super!
Robert
this one SOARS! outstanding! *applause*
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)