Chaos of Captivity

#vss365

Banks of grass tumble into rivers edge

where dark swans cruise imperiously

their cygnets fall behind sharp eyed

mother while other birds give space

water flows gently here lilting sounds

flow and in the river tiny fish circle.

— 🅲🅷🆁🅸🆂 (@chrispapps2) November 30, 2022

The crooked steps lead to a
barrow of dying grass
rusted spades that paid a price
an old shoebox gnawed by mice
my exhaustion brought me here
like a sun under a bridge of hope
seas gather for light
and the last vestige of my strength
gave the wren the seeds of aspiration

— Rob Scot (on hiatus at times) (@RobertTScot) November 30, 2022

#vss365

Banks of grass tumble into rivers edge

where dark swans cruise imperiously

their cygnets fall behind sharp eyed

mother while other birds give space

water flows gently here lilting sounds

flow and in the river tiny fish circle.

— 🅲🅷🆁🅸🆂 (@chrispapps2) November 30, 2022

thunder of dark magic
as wings beat to rise
black swans majestic
in their silent flight
shadows swiftly fleeing
they arrow into the sky#poetry #microstory #mywords #vss365

— (Quiet) Storm ☽✪☾ (@MadQueenStorm) November 30, 2022

She was as a #swan upon a lake
so near and always so far from reach
as winter sets in the mists seem like ghosts
leaves have watched lovers
melt away summer porch candles
and fall through temptation
where merry was once maypoles
they lay drowning in the frowns #vss365

— Rob Scot (on hiatus at times) (@RobertTScot) November 30, 2022