morning motion,city traffic, cold in summer, a moment not to be judged by the ordinary outside unfolds, steeled faces fear unseen dangers, yet find safety within it like birds appearing to have no where to go
solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
it was a gray tunnel there was a man wearing an overcoat and hat his back toward me walking quickly away, weaving to the sides, heavy steps raising dust from a crimson road he was joined by a white bird, its wings covering the man his image lost as the creature … More FLEETING IMAGE
cloud swells, mist like gauze floating, shades of unknown grays, long weather in a disturbed sky obstructs the horizon birds angle a quick path, people long step to shelter in the air becomes a quiet numbness the evidence of change begins, with a single drop of rain
on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS
unashamed smoky alleys, rock walls overlook back porch squatters pigeons wary of a changing breeze and strangers without wings garble a frightened message taking flight barred windows, forgotten garbage, and bells ringing, signal the top of the hour; for some the end, others, late for dinner
REGAL MOMENT The hawk fearless aerial troubadour a solitary soldier overseeing conquering the air circling silently feathers against the sky bending into the curves observing the ground one within the currents patience unequaled dutiful to hereditary and family owning the right moment descending with accurate speed securing the ability to succeed
A message in the clouds hovering over a backroad. A broken thread releases a gallon of dreams where night birds run unchecked on country roads. The unspoken order of fragile pledges prompts secret trespasser’s away from downtown fortresses for the unknown, the chance of speed, with a splash of hope and promises broken; there’s no … More DRAWN AWAY
There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance. A quiet tempest of greatness. An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER
It was a canvas with voice. Tight and constrained. Earth supported with a dampening sky. Gold leafs brightened from a silver candelabra. Birds cold gray and three flowers in need of water. Shadows from a forest with blue trees. In the center a precocious muse. An expression to beguile those with whispering gazes and questions. … More MUSE
Roger Singer 