here stands in contemplation the picture of serenity. yet ready to fly in any moment. or flee… disappear into horizons unknown. underneath the stance…
Category: Poetry
Slain
see what you see. i refuse to live in your reality. Cold metal in my palm I take aim and hit the mark create
When I Stood Still
I stood in the clearing and he looked o’er the edge He said, “Have you food?” (just in my head) I did not, my
Delicate
In the moment when the light rises, beauty is opening, ready for revealing. Delicate, not frail, she holds the nighttime kiss of dew and
Just Like This
The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough. Rabindranath Tagor “The great loneliness- like the loneliness a caterpillar endures when
Bird Thoughts
“And then I knew when solid ground was lost, my feet launching, wings spreading, eyes on the prize, forward motion, I would fly. Shelley
