it's part of the melange of life. Lightening strikes all the time, we mostly don't notice it. When the emotions are raw, brought out and stretched, the "fine" mixes with the large and the hidden fissures spiderweb... we get a glimpse of the beauty of the design and how it all blends together. Some can see it, others understand it, a minority shatter, and then there is the special few that having communed with it, then choose to create with it..... Robin is one of those special few.
the magic of time, concrete, birds and a dandelion 'trying to keep wishes intact'
and the uniquely human 'wanted... some french fries'
makes for a great poem
isn't it amazing how sometimes our own wishes are turned insignificant by some gesture? :)...one word, one sound, one smile, and the center of the world is moved...
See now this is how nature should be used in poetry, to display something, a mood or paint the feel, I think you must be some kind of nature whisperer, or whisperer of life, in tones of ink…Yes, Emma has it right, ‘You are a poet.”
the way things can shatter us at any given moment, in the middle of any ordinary thing. i feel the heaviness here, but also the deeper river of momentous joy that runs beneath. you are able to sink through the moments and rest in deeper shining waters. ... now to see where the river will take you.
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..