Piano Feet

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My toes find purchase on your keys
While I swing my arms, open to the breezes
of time that pass by in the sun's arc.

Tiptoeing around your curves,
the cure for a malaise throws itself
casually back to the skies, 

The dance goes on with the music
of an inner being playing with abandon
the notes of this curling time. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

Cobbled Sidewalks

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New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa

Cobbled Sidewalks 

Walking head down, on cobbled sidewalks,

I remember wintry mountains,

Sparrows feeding in the snow,

a wooden feeder filled

with dry brown seeds.

The bright lights of the city call to me

but so do the songs of birds on the wing

fluting in the trees or fluttering

for space on a birdfeeder

standing on a trellis in the snow. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

Not a Selfie

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self-portrait, Francis Bacon 

Not a Selfie

The Pope takes selfies, or allows someone to take one 

with him smiling among the eager young.

Today you don't hide behind a camera but relish your face

among other faces 

for all to see.

You and me, we hide behind our masks

While we grin at our camera faces,

Selfies we show the world,

without really showing

who we pretend to be.

Wasn't it easy then, to snap someone else

while our faces are hidden

and expressions mute

behind an old camera face. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

Pre-Christmas

photo from The Guardian, Eyewitness

Clouds grey and cold

spawn birds in 

waning light on a colorless beach,

 wing flashes of

grey metal,

their wing winds cool on my fingers.

Graceful images
presage the warmer colors of Christmas. 

© Gerry at Strummed Words

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Wings

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from Magpie Tales

Wings unfurl, then fold again,
A blossom opens to sudden sunlight
Its petals fall one by one,
Sundered by the season.

But this angelic dream lives on in
floating mists of memory that flash
intermittent but constant.

Her red lips mirror the images aloft
Her eyes see beyond the pale sky's
shimmering response.

© Gerry at Strummed Words