Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.

Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.
Feathers lie in the cold, it tell stories of life before.
Showing posts with label magnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magnet. Show all posts

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Rejuvenation Happens Whether You Like It or Not: The Greening.

Wings of emerald gem keep on plunging
 With the breeze, alight on the toothed-bosom
 Of loamy mass and moist puddle as
The sun sleeps and wakes--fondles the passage
 Of time and landings, still more landings, still crackle
 In the big magnet in silent crunch toothed-
Bosom tenaciously grinding and synthesizing
It colored the wings not with yellowredwhitebluepurple or what!
But of brownecrugreyblackchocolate milk for underneath hairs
Just for rebirth of hilarious emerald-babies
 Of the same and wings where the slight digits
 Of WrensThrushesWarblersandHummingbirds
Softly firmly clasp the moldy hanger hanging
 Bearing reborn fluting-fluttering wings
One time again, they pop melodies of

dLovesongddelightsdamusingsdNatalsongs.