O fly pigeons, fly!

Look to it and fly dear pigeons, fly The sun is melting gold, and stars Drip their silver down the idle sky The ice caps melt like prison bars O fly pigeons, fly! Go loop and swirl your joy on the sky. It almost seemed home, the cage Of our flesh, the vanity we desire…

When I have nothing to write

What shall be the words of this page, for nothing at this time comes to light. I see the world as a stage, yet of nothing do I care to write. This indeed is a rare time for me for my pen has always come through, word after word and line upon line, each poem,different…