The Vindictive Con-Artistry Of
The Warmth Of Conviction.
What A Slow And
Penetrating Loneliness.
Isolated In
Wishless Retribution.
Helplessness
Exploited.
Representing.
Unique.
Wordlessness.
Sympathy's Conspiring Pride...
...arama.
-Gray Squirrel
06-05-2026
In common with a swan
And a sneak
Stilled movement; as living art.
Poised. Oblique.
The cob met his pen, she a true friend
Made their nest, cygnets hatched
Cygnets met their soul mate at last
They're alone, then death snatched
Elegant swan growing older
Her cob so strong now gone
What's in God's plan for each new day
She'll have to wait for dawn
Hold me in your heart like an origami swan
and let the moonlight breathe me into being;
hold me in your heart like an origami swan~
a spell half-heard when ancient tides move on.
In silver hush I drift beyond all seeing,
and let the moonlight breathe me into being;
hold me in your heart like an origami swan,
and let the moonlight breathe me into being.
Sweetly the Swan Sings
A strong but soft melody
Like us, opposites.
as thoughts and ideas
MELDED
and experiences
define the perimeters
so my expectations
took form
to shape my decisions
GLISTENING
like oil on water –
a kaleidoscope
of possibilities …
when memories
S W I R L
finding a new truth –
my epiphany
flowing over
river s.t.o.n.e.s
worn smooth
by norms
yet
glistening with f l u I d d a w n s …
GATHERING
the past
in a m…i…s…t…y shawl
it comforts the future –
PROPITIATING
twilight sprites
discarding a false dusk …
guided by the light of iNyanga*
we define ourselves
amongst the many dawns
we shape
revealing truth…
A dancer in white floats across the stage
Her elegance looks as pretty as a swan
Her body moves with momentum and grace
Every motion in her dress flowed like rippling waters
Her arms broke the still air
And her feet danced her body
Her hair twirled and twisted to her head
Braids wrapped like a crown into her crystal tiara
Her blonde hair mixed with different shades of colour
Effortlessly she poured emotion into the breaths of her blue eyes
Her fingers painted and tickled the air that centered around her
Every ripple of her snow white dress floated like clouds
And danced like flowers in the wind
. e.x.p.l.o.d.i.n.g!
prime colours—
yellow thrown in for good measure—
call us to focus
on what is possible –
not only today
but in the future …
even the (w)(h)(i)(s)(p)(e)(r)
of Lady Crackers
alert us to the
VALIDITY
of the quieter Voice
as ego SHOUTS!!!
but wisdom w h i s p e r s
at the s!tr!o!k!e!
of midnight
sheet lightning heralded in the
NEW YEAR—
rain held off
till we had our say …
nothing needs to be shouted
from the roof tops
to make an impact
on someone else’s
LIFE
as I whisper:
‘i love you’
Swan floating along
Water churned by its feet
Lily passing by
John Deere and the Lady and the Swan
Passed in front of view
And I saw neither John
Nor the Deer nor the Lady
Nor the Swan
And I knew something
Wasn’t quite true.
As I looked, I heard
The spaces seemed to say
We’re undefeatable
Non repeatable
Eternal
Day
Even when there’s no material
When all human life
Seems lifeless and evil
Even when the mortal
Principle violates the rule
Even when the self
Becomes non-self and cruel
Still deer flow
Swans glow
And Johns marry ladies
On viewing Anthony Caro's sculpture “John Deere and the Lady and the Swan”
Constructionist sculpture using pieces of John Deere farm tractor pieces
She comes gliding to me,
symbolizing beauty ~
inner dignity, and grace.
Spread your wings, flow and fly,
accept what is in life . . .
the swan my spirit and soul.
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regal swan swimming ~x~x~x~x
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Nature is calling,
your hips swaying.
A light snowfall takes
place in a winter
breeze.
The footprints of a doe
and her fawn grace the
land in fragments.
Broken bits of
grass poke out
from where they
were last seen, in
brown, sticky
patches.
A moose,
a rabbit,
a raccoon—
resting, rejuvenating,
saving their strength.
Birds chirp,
wolves howl.
I close my eyes
and know I’ve
made it.
Did you make it
to Italy, sparrow?
For I am yet to
make it there.
I wish
you well.
floating without fuss
pristinely white and regal
swan on waldens pond
Baby Duck Testing Boundaries – Not A Swan
If I Could Choose My
Superpower, “Oh
Genie Of The 1001
Lamps… All Lamp Lights…”
It Would Be
Non-Conformity…
Perspectives Are
Hidden Everywhere,
Many Still Absolutely
Unique.
And Because It’s
An Actual Power,
Nobody Can Say:
“He's One Of Those,
Or He's One Of These..
We Know That Kind,
Make Sure It's Fixed…”
Because It Is SUPER!
No Need To Fix.
If This Sounds Familiar
To You, Well Then:
“Oops.”
Guess I’ll
Keep At It Then,
Quack.
-Gray Squirrel
07-15-2025
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