rainbirds silence

[quaileyedsnowfish]

my words fell apart
into the harvest storm
and then i look into my strangers eyes
for a cloud with a blue flame
but the thorned thunder
has found my stringed wings
of despared mirrow
in fiddlers wine

and glass falls like snow
into the shadow of music
like a starving wishbone letter
it is a rainbow above my hands
and rows like a captain as my wired serenade
of wispering mist

and i have strived the black cats oath
as a bellowing craving knowing


and the lashes of the lightnings curve
strikes away the staints
on a hallow's kiss

i'm i the stranger
by the pledge of sorrow
with one word in the gutter the outher on a swing

[Sideways]

This is perfect, Geoffrey (aka Snow for younger readers). Your beautifully composed poem will stand as proof of something or "outher". WELL DONE!!!

[Geoffrey]

WELL DONE!!!

Did you know that the human mind receives a one-second image of parmesan cheese when Leonard Cohen mentions he is going to sing 'The Partisan'? It's quite normal. It's just the brain siphering out incorrect pictures that arrive at its 'sorting office'. The words 'partisan' and 'parmesan' are phonetically so similar that it takes a moment for the wrong image to be defined and discarded. Words gain access to the skull by sliding into the ear, and then go through a process of identification before they are transported via neuro signals into the conscious hemisphere of the frontal lobe - which is an area just inside the forehead. So now you know how things work.