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…”
The Kitchen Drawer, a short story
Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground… How do I get there -Is it safe to come out now? Deep in the cellar of abysmal memories, I remember a guy who pretended to love me. Remember the father who leftContinueContinue reading “The Kitchen Drawer, a short story”
Out of the Gutter Art 