Sunday, April 20, 2008
there's nothing as sweet as falling for a little girl in her gardenous world, she loves the sight of us sprawling all over the lawn, pink, white and yellow, some of us pierced through the heart by a stem so green, but like children and her, we must eventually be set free by the wind, to take the... Sign in to see full entry.
I remember him, the one who got away, I see him in various...
shapes riding on the high-flying clouds, or in between, dropping a sad dry mist on me every once in a while, One, two, three.. jump into childhood, one two three...trip through adult love, Three, two, one, fall into old age, alone, Maybe, he misses me, too? I look for him in spring, winter and fall,... Sign in to see full entry.
What is a poet?
My own sculpture, 34" approx, clay, "Passion" I have been under the weather and have neglected my blogs and apologize to you who read me. Words sometimes do not come easy when you get so far down. I thought I'd rerun a couple of my very first blogs for those who missed them. This was my very first... Sign in to see full entry.