New Grounds...

[Little Gal]

Browning...

I was thinking on my brown chair
My legs upon its back
I was thinking of a brown hat
Made of knitted brown sack
I was breaking my brown doll
Its parts in a brown square box
I was humming a brown song
About my lost brown socks
Browning thus browning
I am browned as brown itself
I am a brown girl talking
And will be soon a short black flame.
___________

[symphony]

As I probably said earlier to you, I didn't need the last 4 lines here. I am not sure if I needed something else instead. But till that point, I could picture everything and feel everything. I could picture brown, and feel brown.
You have a hand in saying more with less.

[Little Gal]

You are right perhaps....

[hillwalker]

By the end I was thinking of coffee grounds - too much 'brown' perhaps.

H

[Little Gal]

By the end I was thinking of coffee grounds - too much 'brown' perhaps.

H


were you????? good then am successful, browned you sufficiently!!!! :biggrin5:

[argha1991]

ans... u r here... nd that will make the difference...

[Little Gal]

:santasmil dhonnyobaad!!!! :party: