It's Still Life

29 February 21.3 Never to stand too near. Look to an oak. Look to a cypress. No grief. No Sorrow. To not grow in your heart’s shadow. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series…

28 February 21.1-2 Scatter your days to silent memory, be together but let the wind dance as strings of the same music. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…

27 February 19.3 To melt like a melodyin the night, when too muchsings in my head. To bleed night into dawn with stars. To rest at noonand be worthy of love’s praiseas if you’re a running brook. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not…

26 February 16.3-5 Loveis corn from the husks. A fragmentof your heart’s secrets. But fear is seasonless. So weep,but not all your tears. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry…

25 February 16.1-2 Of love, follow his wings and believe in the voiceof the wind. The quiver of sun.Your growth for pruning.Your roots clinging to earth. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of…

24 February 13.3-14 His memories listenedto the weeping and the laughter of long sleep, and all that is between birth and death. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…

23 February 13.1-2 Our eyes hunger for your face.Let not the years separatememory. Your shadow is speechless,but it knows its depth. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from…