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Grackles Collection

 
Grackle,
I know it’s not true
what they say about you…
 
your heart is not black,
and neither
are your feathers;
 
if we only looked closer,
we could see
all your layers;
 
how the light catches you:
 
shining violet
and emerald hues.
Iridescent sheen
of satiny blues.
 
You are bold
and you are brazen–
 
shameless
in your
self-expression;
 
watching you
is an act
of liberation.
 
And when a flock
of you come,
it’s like an invasion.
 
Some might want you
to just be quiet,
 
but I like it
when you
cause a riot.
 
I embrace your
sweet chaos,
 
and get
lost inside
your raucous chorus;
 
a deafening
cacophony
 
that makes me covet
your unapologetic
honesty,
 
with a pale yellow gaze
so intense,
you could see
right into my soul.
 
You are deep,
you are wise,
and so out of control.
 
But Grackle,
you are not a plague,
and you are not a pest–
 
you are simply
unrepressed.
 
Grackle,
sky-pointing,
 
graceful,
arching back,
 
guiding my eyes
toward the azure abyss;
 
you are anything
but black.
 
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I was so honored to have the above painting featured 
in Asheville's magazine, The Laurel ♡
 
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My illustrated Poetry Books and Children's Book are available here.
 
 
 

 
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