eclipse Posted April 3, 2018 Share Posted April 3, 2018 The sparrow hawk discovers Pearson park-like finding a pearl inside a shell inside a pearl. Pearson beckons the bird holding the moon between his fingers like a lens, the moon clutches his monument. In spring bank cemetery a grave whispers to itself in search of an incantation, Pearson will meet himself in photographs turned inside out, birds will freeze when the hawk repeats it's inner flight. Seasons demand clocks exchange hands, pond waters reflect a birds wings before it lands like a dream passing through consciousness. Locals clamor for summer's constant caress as they haunt the park and bask, somewhere winter has autumn's mask gripped in it's claws. The sparrow hawk follows and ancient impulse, Pearson prays for a feathered moon to find and liberate his ghost. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 6, 2018 Share Posted April 6, 2018 " . . . . . . . . . somewhere winter has autumn's mask gripped in it's claws." Wow, I love this image. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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