The Starvling is the most beautiful Surreal as if so transparent that she doesn't even exist Defying reality as she slowly fades away Luminous wraithlike Ghostly her voice so soft it's like a sigh caught by the wind She dances spins and turns almost invisible like a memory of decades gone by If there were no photographs there would be no proof that the Starvling even existed at all
Makes me think of anorexics, how they slowly fade away and for the most part people are awed how they can keep starving themselves. Horrified too, I'm sure, watching someone they love killing themselves.
A very interesting tale. I like the mystery of your words. You brought me in and held me to the last word. Somethings appear for a moment to teach us or destroy us. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..