It's Still Life

8 May page 94 Farewell to you and a dream, your longing for sky. Noontide is upon me, half waking in a deeper song of this single heart. 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…

7 May page 92 My wings are their shadow, a free thing that moves ether. Fain vague words of misty decay. 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…

6 May page 93 Whispering dreams that cloud your eyes, clay that fills your ears. These things are the captain of my ship, and this day has ended. 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…

5 May page 91 Stranger. What storms will you net. Stranger. In what eagle’s nest will you dwell. 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 the book The…

4 May page 90 Some say, council the trees. Sit alone. Aloof. Climb hills remote and distant. Walk the sky. 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 the…

3 May page 89 Parched lips are life, as to a fountain, and my reward is to drink from it while it drinks from me. 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”…

2 May page 88 And like the seasons, in winter you deny spring. 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 the book The Prophet, Khalil Gibran, pg 88,…

1 May page 88.1 A chant to an oak, vast as apple blossom’s fragrance. I have been the frailty of foam. 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…

30 April page 87.2 Among summits and slopes and flocks of thoughts, I have been the youths of rivers. 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 the book…