Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Some plans

Our plans
For
Living
Had featured
Nothing
Beyond us.
No houses,
No crowds,
No popular opinions,
Not even
The welcome ones.
It’s surprising
How
The rising smoke
From chimneys
Has blurred
That togetherness.



10 comments:

  1. Love can be blinding, and then we're always surprised to be brought back into reality when that veil slips a little. Great work with the picture.

    Thank you for linking up!

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  2. This is lovely Ruby! So true of love and all our broader relationships.

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  3. I love the opening - nice job!

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  4. Love does have a way of changing from idyllic to realistic :)

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.