Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Germ of a poem













Germ of a poem

backlight marran grass
a yellow stranded snail
rain on a cool tin roof
words collect, pool,run
inside my head
but there’s nothing
left to say that’s
not been better said.

5 Comments:

Blogger jason evans said...

Love the poem! There's an accepting peace to it.

Wonderful picture too. :)

2:23 pm  
Anonymous c.s. said...

i don't know if i'm wrong, but i have this sense of serenity when i read this.

4:20 pm  
Blogger Wanderlust Scarlett said...

I love that.
What a way with thoughts and words you have.
What a wonderful way.


Thanks

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

9:54 pm  
Blogger PI said...

Yet keep on saying it. The photo looks uncomfortably familiar. Could it be that i have just washed my hair?

8:37 am  
Blogger Cailleach said...

Very well put A: again you strike just the right note.

10:34 am  

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