White

wind is breathing shadows

reflecting opposition to outside pushing

my eyes are still and rest upon this vision

my heart signals birds

pulsing forward

I am puppeteering trees

and laughter is

a swelling dance

exhalation turns the page

and here we begin,

with feather

white

and

ink

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Fish On Her Mind

I hear singing

a bird has been released

droplets of freedom spin from her wings

she is ruffled and puffed

a little fisherman

longing to dive

embraced by ripples

with fish on her mind

Diamond Light

 

 

 

 

mesmerising

 

Eavesdropping I am

on conversation

seen

between leaves,

 

shhhhhhhhhhhh

 

ears widen

in pink anticipation

blinking birds take wing

 

through fresh clouds they arrow

 

sight is lost

my face whipped,

 

stinging,

singing

 

raw joy

 

love

 

in this moment

this expressive impressive morning moment

my heart splits in gentle tone

fine, musical wings expand,

to spin the length of space

 

mesmerising

 

diamond

 

light

Silk Screens

 

 

 

Pretty birds and vines,

embroidered simplicity

reveal perfect lines

and puppetry.

.

Orange-yellow blossoms

warm toes on tiles

will not mask your human steam,

your spirit perfume.

.

You of naked information

cannot hide nor burn,

but, in candid ambiguity,

only delight.