Caught in the flames of words I wrote
Intoxicating the royalty in my blood
I am radicalized by a smoky love I lost
Bring me back the symphony of poetry
To the knight lost in the tune of my stride
Turn thy fate to the rhythm of Rhapsody
As I blossom in vermeil-white of the bird
Image Source: Pixabay
Floating in a rythmic attitude
Across the parallel lined surface
Pot of words that fill within me
Strings of melodious strokes
Filling my buds in sweetness
Songs in my heart I cry
Embellish my pot of words
Outpouring in rainbow form
Across the sky in creativity
Call forte the bird
That carry the words
Of my soul in the night
Come forte….
He prefers to be on land posing to impress the tourists rather than hanging out and feeding with other birds on the water. It seemed strange to me back then what sort of bird it was with such a long beak; still does. He’s completely opposite to the other birds in the picture.
This image is in response to the photo challenge. Opposites.
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