Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees

Dear friend of my heart, This evening was something else. In the company of my dear friend, the robin, the… Read more Of Robin, Night, Music, and Bees
Night finds me awake… it has been this way for a long time… first it had been the tick-tock keeping… Read more Barbet, I Haven’t Slept…
Majestic Mountains Fiery Fountains Angry! Angry! Angry! Nameless Motion Massless Notion Sun-screen Lotion Locomotion We are organisms With strange limbs And… Read more Field of Perch
Sometimes I forget the sweet pleasure of looking at birds and listening to their songs. A dear friend reminded me… Read more My Crimson Neighbour
What mysterious paradigms of love keep me going back to these people I call home, I do not understand. Simple… Read more Home is a pretty pretty bird
I wonder; whatever it is that I am doing, whatever it is that I’ve done, does it even count. Counting… Read more Afternoon
Quiet evenings I’d spend Contemplating everything By the front window By the Old Silver Oak And there was a bird. … Read more The Robin
Afternoon of resilient greens Of leaves and misty shadows Passing clouds quietly sob Breeze them does compose Flitting about soft… Read more Green Afternoon
Sometimes birds are huge. Like back in the day when I was working on this project With a few… Read more Watching Birds
Seeker of the glistening skies Never learnt to burn her skin, to the integral organic akin. Said the heedful believing… Read more Seeker en route!
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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