Encounter
Birdsong begins
Inside the egg
As our body
Woven around us
Ephemeral shelled
From which we will sing
One day
Out into the blue
Out-of-the-blue
Blueangelwolf
WORDS OF POETRY FROM UNDER A HAT
Birdsong begins
Inside the egg
As our body
Woven around us
Ephemeral shelled
From which we will sing
One day
Out into the blue
Out-of-the-blue
Wow So Wonderful
Loved It , Nice..
that artwork is as wonderful as the poem.
And how easily the shell cracks. Very good, very terse. I actually had to look up ephemeral. Good freakin’ word. Never heard it before.
Your marriage of words and image is always a delight to mind and eye. Are the paintings yours?
a botticelli birdsong
sea foam surrounds us
we’re all from the sea
the birth of you and me