Sunday, September 11, 2005
Cactusgraceful, green, growing thing short, stumpy potted plant tall and free in the desert sun brown-green. shades of sand and soil and rock spongy, sleek skins interspersed with spikes spines spicules barren land burning sun beating down on the world below cactus soft and wet inside sharp and dry... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:26 AM Comments (2) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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