Swan Song

 

Upon the beauty of dark glassy settled mirrors, beneath skies eyes,

Swans sing;

beating their wings against the stillness of the air,

they write pages of white,

with their less than beautiful songs

they write the deep rippling pages to white,

their reflections lost to the shattered mirror beneath their breasts.

 

Where they will remain.

Reviews

[Michael X]

brilliantly beautiful, envisioned through poetic eyes, this is flowing loveliness in a portrait
vision, sensually abstract, depthfully charged, the image is powerfully percieved with an
ambience of colorful passion, specific to classic design, and that being, reflections, and how
artistry reflects the soul, i can say your words touch my soul as a reader, i love the canvas
emotional depiction of broken waters, di, i can say yes, the very best things about this place
have remained, and you always seem to take me to another place and time, expressed with
a haunting, heavenly flow, "swan song" you scribe your words upon the heart with gentle
precision, metaphorically sweeping, endearing hues mirroring the moment, thank you, mike