charles sprague pearce solitude
each small puff of dust at footfall
the hovering hush of late-summer grass
all the feather borne spectral threads of birdsong
are like bookmarks
holding the page
containing the revelation
Still alive and kicking.
21 hours ago
....adore....xx
ReplyDeletekay thankyou. i was so captivated by this painting i heard the words in my head and put them together because in my own world . . . they belonged in each other's company! steven
ReplyDeletejingle - i'm very glad to share this with you! steven
ReplyDeleteA very nice read indeed.. Thank you for sharing this.. :) Complimenting image.. I liked the blog template a lot!
ReplyDeleteI invite you to join our 18th potluck beginning this Sunday, Hope to see you at Http://www.jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbol. Poets , especially First Time Participants are also welcome to share old poems or poems unrelated to our theme..
Let me know if you have questions…hope to see you in… Your participation delights us, keep writing, and keep sharpening your talent … xoxox
welcome sharing your poems with our poetry potluck today..
ReplyDeleteyou can link in 1 to 3 old poems or poems unrelated to our theme as first time participant, have fun.
you got talent, keep it up.
love the imagery..