My aging head
laments
knotted curls
and tight frizz hedges
stone castle gardens
that fell from air
their dead weight
tears my skull
long silken strands
weaving nests
where birds of every kind
come to rest
some squawk and squall
as tin bells call
but when I dream
of open sky
of timeless places
birds of joy will be my guests
~
The beautiful painting is the work of artist Catrin Welz-Stein, featured by Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub for Tuesday Poetics. Catrin Welz-Stein kindly gave permission for her art to be used as inspiration for our writing.
© 2018 Ontheland
Ontheland 
Beautifully written!
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Thank you 🙂
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This is beautiful.
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Love the opening skies… at night we are all dreamers.
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That hair does look full of knots.
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May all your dreams be filled with birds of joy! (K)
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🕊lovely thought :)🕊
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So Awesomely Great! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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my aging head……with all the bothers, knots, squawking birds….all the chaos that runs round and round in my head. And then to dream….with birds of joy and vast skies…that peace within my dreams. Wonderful write for the image! So glad you posted to the prompt!
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Thank you Lillian … the image clicked … this artist’s images include quite a number of interesting heads of hair.
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i have short hair but i think i know how those knots feel like, ouch when they are pulled down by stone castles falling off my lofty thoughts, so well done for the image you chose
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Thank you…I enjoyed your imagining of the knots :))
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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