still life in flight
not crumble
leaves
green become
carapace releasing
flagrant act of tree
flamboyant crust that whispered once
their curl caught
crisp energy
not caught / time lapsed
is/was/will be
Still / life /
flying
bronzed momentum
wild dying
poem and by Jo Mariner
photograph by Sonia Tobiasova
WOW beautiful thanks Jo
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Thank you.
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hallo Jo, love your poems, still following you r work, Kate
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Thanks Kate!!!
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Thanks Conrad. L. Jo
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