Heaven
is an Earth-song
where I can reach you, care for,
feed you with my bare hands.
Where
my heart flies
fervently to find you
in the woodlands where we met.
Even if for just a moment.
Where
you wait beside the keys
that form of bone and poetry —
of music and of love.
Together
with our tears and laughter
we unlock each other’s ribcages
and watch the birds sing
free.
Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke
Beautiful and passionate, the makings of a lovely poem. I greatly enjoy your photography Katy, it’s as wonderful as your words.
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Thank you so much, Francisco. Your words truly mean a lot to me 🥰 I hope that you are well.
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My pleasure Katy, all good here, hope you’re well too. All the best
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Beautiful Katy.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful photo and wonderful words shared.
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Beautiful photos and wonderful words shared dear Katy.
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Thank you so very much, John. I always appreciate your kind words and sharing with your readers 🥰
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You are welcome dear Katy. Us writers must be kind to each other. Need more singers and writers. Would be a better world.
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This is truly beautiful. I love the visuals and the strong sense that you are right there. Gorgeous writing. Love ❤️ Joni
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Thank you so much, Joni 💗 I am honored by your words and so happy you enjoyed this piece.
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You are so gifted, a multitalented young woman. May God continue to bless you. ❤️💕love and hugs Joni
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Love the “keys that form of bone and poetry”. Great work!
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Oh, thank you, Bartholomew! Im so glad you like this one. Definitely one of my favorite lines as well ☺️
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Wonderful! 🌍
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Thank you so much ☺️
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Oh wow: “we unlock each other’s ribcages “. That’s beyond exceptional.
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Thank you so much, Benjamin. So glad you liked this one. That line means a lot to me.
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lovely words, take a bow.
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Thank you so much. That means a lot to me ☺️
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Beautifully written!!!
Don’t forget to Glee and spread Sparkles ✨
-Nani 💖
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Thank you so, Nani ☺️💕
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My pleasure 🥰 Have a great day ahead 💕
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Beautifully crafted!
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Thank you so much 😊 I appreciate your reading and comment.
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So beautiful!
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Beautiful!
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Your poetry has is soulful and evocative. Kudos Katy.
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I am honored by your comments, Brad. Hope you are doing well ♥️
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You’re most welcome Katy.
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Dear Katy. Your song got my mind working. I hope you are enjoying the last days of Summer.
—-The September song….
The leave are turning and the nights are cooler.
The children are playing outside,
enjoying the last days of Summer.
I have become like the Autumn,
my once young and hopeful eyes,
understanding life moved so quickly.
Now I have hazy memories,
ancient love story to be written.
Old man drink the cold beer now,
the whiskey drinking man.
Just myth and tales in my stories.
I paint to canvas with words about the beautiful days,
the great sea and the quiet desert.
I looked at old photos and I remember.
The warm and sweet kisses of kind lovers,
I remember the German Spring and the California Summer.
Now I don’t cursed love,
now I counts every lover.
As the greatest blessings known.
I still dreams of blushing beauties,
stealing kisses in the rain.
I remember,
when lovers allowed night to fall into day,
when passion was my wealth.
Now the grandchildren are my wealth.
I remember the good days and I know.
We must paint days of laughter,
paint new days where we celebrate love near and
we know. What we do now. Is what is true.
The Autumn days are here.
The first day of September and the leaves are falling.
Please remember.
Today is a empty canvas and we must paint with a hopeful heart.
A day of wonder, a day of joy.
Coyote
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