The Phoenix Rises
From the crackling through the flame, lifts the firebird with no name; shrieks and whistles, caws and echoes, shadows, embers, dance untamed. Flight starts bulky, wings unfurl, fiery feathers flex and curl; dark smoke billows, volume high, then finally phoenix finds the sky.
Head in the Clouds
To be a bird or a butterfly To soar, freely, up on high To see the view from in the clouds Freedom from the maddening crowds The blue, the grey, the white, the light The air, the breeze, the sounds, the sights Swirling, flying up above To be a kestrel, to be a dove To…
Head In The Clouds
Soaring high above With fresh clean air all around Is it just a dream?
The Wednesday Wordcloud: Hastily Cobbled Together
The bat and the ape fought tooth and claw Fancy footwork Made them both fly like flutterbys – Almost
Ready! Steady! Go! It Begins Now!
Need change? Then let it happen! Indeed. I’m always saying that it’s time for things to begin afresh. Get rid of the old, bring in the new… that sort of thing. Our entire lives have brought us to this point. The paths we’ve chosen, the detours we’ve taken, the sights we’ve seen, the memories we’ve…