[Soaring Feather]

Critics have a fickle eye
prefer flashing color
for the moment
now when discussing
the color of the Butterfly
each eye will discern
a different color
unlike the color of love
a red color
is used to detail
the phases of intense
stages of review

And when it dies
color too is used
fires dieing burning low
and cold white ashes
under the snow

Dried brown leaves
or black like death
need no explanation
we just know

[Kay Syrah]

quit that! I have to get to work.....

Just had to
throw up a game
free cell to clear
the mind,
a little
ball of intellectual sherbet
to cleanse the mental
palate and prepare
for the next course.

and now that I have
stripped before the
world and showed my
weaknesses and the<
meaning of the
pauses that reside
between the lines of
inspiration, I hope
that it isn't described
or quantified,
you do it HOW many times?

and designated a pathology
or given a name and its
named after me.
I don't think I want
that kind of immortality.

[Kay Syrah]

Dried brown leaves
or black like death
need no explanation
we just know

Sometimes the dark
underpainting underpining
all our lives and experiences
gives the depth to the layer
of colour and what we see
and imagine, a glaze
layered laid in
pain, read in the light
that glows thru
a resonant spirit
of unrestrained resiliance