Saturday, October 04, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
A Poem
ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE, 1883 (From the mood of Vaughan William's Fifth Symphony, slow movement)
...it's spring and the taste of warm thoughts blow through the air. Doves make ribbons with the wind and sweet and tangy flowers color your vision with a song. Lush green trees swim in a mist and a pond drips the mood of a day onto the sky. A leaf falls and a child picks it up and throws it back into the air to watch it flutter once again to sleep on damp earth. The cows on a hill barely walk at all, as if they were posing for a fine salon painting.
...Her carriage had stopped and they now embraced. Not needing to talk, their sad love dripped slowly on each others cheeks and rested in the hollow of their necks. They mingled and exchanged memories in the gentle strokes of their fingers. Their pulse came to mimic the breath of a breeze and the setting sun's rays flicked a glimmer of pungent golds upon her hair. Their moment was caught in the wind, carried high and swirled about the earth with all other memories...forever...
Sunday, February 09, 2014
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