storm-tossed grassy mush...
beyond that is the unseen
storm-tossed grassy mush...
beyond that is the unseen
storm-tossed grassy mush...
beyond that is the unseen
surrendering earth.
.
...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
unwritten letter
Last edited by alakungfu; 03-02-2008 at 08:05 PM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
unwritten letter
but rehearsed in my mind's eye
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Unwritten letter
But rehearsed in my mind's eye
You will never know
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
Velvet fields of green
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Velvet fields of green
where rainbow's gold is hidden
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Velvet fields of green
Where rainbow's gold is hidden
In a world unknown
FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
Cut by the rainbow
cut by the rainbow
stained glass arch opens the sky
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
Cut by the rainbow
stained glass arch opens the sky
and the raindrops laugh
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
The rain plays with us
the rain plays with us
catching us unaware, hands
groping for the leaves.
(Couldnt help completing the haiku. My apologies.)
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...the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths.
light, and I am bored
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
light, and I am bored
come dark and feed my hobbies
I'm in love with The Vinegar Man and Mr. Tanner, but be careful, it could just as easily be you.
"If you're going to write you better have somewhere to come from." Flannery O'Connor
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