In Mallard’s wake woe – with clipped wings, I watch and yearn for Winter sojourn. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites
Tag: poem
Bent, Worn, Alive
Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive
Spooning
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot I line my spoons on
Manic Moments
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering
Autumnal Joy
Fields glisten – golden satisfaction – eagle soars above Sun on river gleams a glorious farewell my heart joins eagle. (Image from personal collection.)
Cormorant
Feathers fanned pronounce prowess of river raven – deep diver, swift flight. (For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Image from personal collection.)
