eclipse Posted August 7, 2021 Share Posted August 7, 2021 The swimming dusk returns, Moon locks Sleepers into a singular Dream, tides are Like the echoing breath Of ancestors Drowning towards heaven. The black backed Gull will raise its Young, wings will sing Two different songs About procreation on a Burning earth, needles Have been turned Upside down, who Will guide the Eco systems delicate Thread through disparate Eyes as dreamers are Led through the Wreckage of an ark. Sun's ghost circles Gull's offspring. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 8, 2021 Share Posted August 8, 2021 Yes, On 8/7/2021 at 10:24 AM, eclipse said: ... Like the echoing breath Of ancestors Drowning towards heaven ... I often feel like I'm (hopefully) "drowning towards heaven." And then there's the part where: On 8/7/2021 at 10:24 AM, eclipse said: Sun's ghost circles Gull's offspring. I'm envious. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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tonyv Posted August 9, 2021 Share Posted August 9, 2021 Well, of the gulls’ offspring … Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted August 15, 2021 Share Posted August 15, 2021 Barry, this an expansive feel to it, a wistful ode to the innocence of life springing into being in the swirls of the Sixth Great Mass Extinction. Very moved. Thanks (I think!), - David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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