Welcome Tyler to the FFT World Poetry party! He is a constant inspiration. I wrote this after reading part of his poem.
Sing to me
in the spiraling
breeze
of the four
winds,
carrying the dust
of us all.
I hope your words take wing today, my magical friends.
Speak
to me
in the
cool tongue
of a clear
mountain
stream.
Absorbing
the morning sun
through every pore —
a solar flare of
daffodils dances
in an open field.
Inch by inch
worms measure
the earth’s waist.
Deep in thought
uprooting memories
& transplanting poetrees.
Poultry DJs
mixing up the dirt
chicken scratch.
Green straws
syphoning
the morning dew —
photosynthetic
pipettes plumbing
the soils’ depths —
grassroots effort.
Down on all fours
in a field of clover
luck is beneath me.
Clothing mountains
in motley garments —
wildflower fashion
statement.
Nested
in the grass —
upturned
canary-colored
petals —
begging
like newborn
beaks
for sunlight.
Friendly Fairy Tales 
It’s lovely Brenda!
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I thought so, too. Tyler is a genius.
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