Tell me about it. I've been spewing words for weeks now. And I'm as surprised as you are. But amused nonetheless. So who could have caused this? Some list.
- Someone of all trades. A master of one. Or two. Oh, alright, a few. Fine, several. It was good while it lasted. Sweet escapes. Quite civil given half the chance, no longer chummy. Questions. Kaput.
- Epic: One of the most amazingly talented people I know. A mean combination of prose, poetry and photography. May wield more, I'm afraid to admit. Or maybe I have, i.e., reason for unsound sleep, flying.
- Silent. Fleeting. Most likely. But then we'll never know for now. Feathers all around still.
- Smiles that make me forget how dark the world can be. Sweeping. Primal and unadulterated conversations that could go on for days. Progress report: Nil.
- Constant like change.
- Some kind of wonderful.
It should not come as a surprise that all of them are women.
Men, you ought to shape up. But I couldn't care less. Har dee har har.
Save for 5, I'm currently keeping a safe distance for my own good. And theirs.
Haiku-happy for days now. There are words but they speak too much of the truth. Only a haiku because the poems must get shorter in the attempt to not risk anymore of what's left (if there are any). Oh no.
Lose yourself in art ---
in poetry surrender
in song abandon.
and because the heart has indeed grown fonder but has learned its lesson and will opt for silence:
Windblown refugees
wandering with empty hearts
mistaken for stars.
See what I mean?
When something is so beautifully written expect a secret hidden behind the intricate latice work; wanting to be discover yet shy for the light. Continue to weave beautiful maiden by the pool!
ReplyDeleteAh, secrets, selfish little critters. But they make what's ours, ours. You have a way with words yourself, Anonymous. Thanks for visiting!
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