Biography
I am a feather soaring in the wind. Rising, sinking, circling, curving…
Samples
Flames Walking, along the silent street In the darkness, the snow glints like fire I scrunch it with my naked feet It burns, it tingles It’s the burning I desire In front of me, a wet black hole surrounded by blue ice I tremble in my flesh and soul I’m here, I’m there, in no disguise And every step I take leaves a print I measure with my eyes Then a splash, a breath The water flows Blood circles through my veins The fresh wind grabs my skin, so softly it blows My body burns in flames
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Blog entries by Pyrola
Wall Painter (22/01/2020)
Time travels (25/08/2019)
Holding the tide (30/06/2019)
on the balcony (14/05/2019)
light as light (18/03/2019)
Under the Cover of the Snow (28/01/2019)
Small fishes in shoals (15/01/2019)
I just go (22/09/2018)
Red Stripes on the Floor (15/09/2018)
Liberty (02/02/2017)
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Comments
Thanks for the likes Pyrola
Thanks Pyrola for your liking of 'Strange Fruit'. I really like 'Flames': "It’s the burning I desire". But most of all I love and admire the musicality of your verse. Such a strong sense of metre and rhythm: a dance of words.
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Nigel Astell
Thu 31st Jan 2019 15:50
Thanks for your like on Anywhere Will Do
Your poem Under the Cover of the Snow brings such a connection as each verse is read.