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.
posted by apprentice at
11:56 am
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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:
Love the poem! There's an accepting peace to it.
Wonderful picture too. :)
i don't know if i'm wrong, but i have this sense of serenity when i read this.
I love that.
What a way with thoughts and words you have.
What a wonderful way.
Thanks
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
Yet keep on saying it. The photo looks uncomfortably familiar. Could it be that i have just washed my hair?
Very well put A: again you strike just the right note.
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