It’s the perfect part the best of day innocence unafraid and promises of gold I hear words in the wind inviting clouds form as the earth spins beneath me memories never expected to melt away remain safe still full of breath
Water filled words the start of growing dripping thoughts shadows looking for a shape to become a sound it’s the last part of the best the chance to explain and the reasons lost from silence the half note becoming complete the message received the gold of knowing the walk not alone the story … More OVERFLOWING
There’s clouds I spoke to, yelled at cried under and stars I confessed the worst of me bouncing prayers off the space between and under moons where useless silver threads failed to drown out the blood of my sins as my eyes suffered sight to see a way through to the … More FINALLY
Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.
The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START
There’s a shadow in the desert; secrets under the sand and a moon encouraging worship. Winds from a distance, unwanted and cold. Creature side tracks scatter to survive. Everything that breathes must be strong; life is the gold of survival. A forbidden land. Wide boundaries. No fences. Safety is unknown. Water escapes the lost. Crying … More DESERT MOON
Black balusters and mahogany stairs lead gracefully to a parquet second floor landing. Decades of voices carried the water of words to this quiet circular elegance surrounded by bookshelves and photos of New York and Paris. Gold painted plaster moldings wrap the area like decorative ribbons. It all speaks with identity and belonging; above there … More GRACEFUL
It’s where the earth intersects with clear geometric lines. Grand dominant swaths of fields flowing with wheat, gold and majestic, swimming lazily under a deep blue sky. Oceans of wheat, their tops waving in rhythm toward a distance far beyond. Buried deep below are the remnants of ancient rivers and lakes, feeding to … More AMBER SEAS
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
Ornate alabaster vases line the wall of the tiled checkerboard foyer. A thick glass door separates the street from onyx stairs and polished brass handles. An angelic frieze decorates the ceiling; noticed only by children. Atop a marble table sits the daily bouquet of fresh cut flowers. Centered above the table, a gold framed mirror … More ANOTHER WORLD
Roger Singer 