Touching down on
Riveted ribs, sore knees and knuckles
(But decorated toes curled up
Inside thin iron-skin slippers,
For this heavy-gravity water
Is Hellfire-cold today).
Stealing volume,
Pumping it into framed dark spaces.
Borrowing colour, these live-again hulks
Balance patiently on
Their own reflections,
Their own potential.
4/4/2013
Adventures in the life of an English allotment
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Welcome to my world: digging, harvesting and other stuff
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If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
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Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
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Balancing on their own reflections……..like………and the picture too
http://winedrinkingmummy.wordpress.com/2013/04/04/napowrimo-04-april-2012-i-think-i-lasted-four-days/#comment-1147
Thought you might like to read this. It made me smile ….
Thanks for the link – smiles, yes but a serious side to that blog as well.
I like her blog a lot…great mix of creative images and words