Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when the wind rusts
my true face is revealed
in the oxidation of the clouds

when the sun shrivels
strangled by my departures
into cyclical madness

I play Stevie Wonder
Songs in the Key of Life
til the elements of breathing

return to their roost

Good poem & theme.

when the peacock shrieks
my inner bird
responds

as i do to this poem, Steve
(this is a compliment!)

thanx dadio......and liked your teeny poem as well judih...let the inner bird fly, my friend....

when the wind rusts..., powerful image, gracias!!