whatever is rattling around my brain that makes it out my fingers. may contain bad poetry, decent photographs (all mine unless otherwise noted, and therefore copyrighted), yoga rants, and general silliness.
Monday, January 18, 2010
please
no more words, strung together, cheap beads on a choke chain of desperation.
no more words, clanging in an empty dumpster brain, ricocheting refuse.
no more words, forest fire plumes of smoking obfuscation.
Absolutely stunning poem and video. Shock and awe! Much as I love words, there is a time for silence. You offer so much. Thank you.
ReplyDelete*silent nod, head to heart*
ReplyDeleteBe vewy,vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits!
ReplyDeleteI enjoy your blog a lot. I love your own poetry and your photography and your choice of quotes and choice of others' poetry. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteTR
So true, it is time for silence, we have said enough. This are times of pondering and action.
ReplyDeleteLove the dune's pics, they reminded me of my trip to Namibia... an amazing place.
loveNlight
Gabi
tag- *grin* you crack me up!
ReplyDeletetr-many thanks. didn't see your second comment until after i posted your first. hope no brouhaha ensues.
gabi-yes, less talk, more thought, considered action! thanks for visiting the dunes.