Plumage of gold and green/ Saturated color, only in dreams/ She flies above my winter bed/ A ribbon tangled round her head/ Beauty’s song is muted now/ Yet so pure and eloquent/ I try to catch her, hold her down/ I need to know what her song meant/ Of Avian Bondage © SusanTMartin’23
Tag Archives: Memory
How Do I Always Get Here…How Do I Leave?
“one project done, the next begun: all clarity-no haze…”
Calling Down thru the Centuries
“We chased the sidewinder, ran with roadrunners. Our feet bled walking empty highways…riding empty boxcars…”
Out of the Gutter Art 