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.
Friday, October 1, 2010
wrinkled
i am wrinkled in time, in place, in space, in face, in mind, in eye. my thoughts are wrinkled against the wonder.
I could see a Phoenix rising from these wrinkles.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem.
ReplyDeleteLove these pics.
Weird coincidence. I was just composing a poem about lines (wrinkles) just now in my head.
Wrinkles like caresses in the skin of time. The word wrinkle is as layered as it is lovely. Thanks.
ReplyDeletewrinkles are beautiful, they tell our history...
ReplyDeletestunning pictures! I love all of them
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Gabi
tag-i'd like to get a picture of that!
ReplyDeletekass-no such thing as coincidence, it's in the ether! i'd really like to see your poem.
elisabeth-beautiful image, that. my wrinkles are beginning to layer themselves deep into my skin.
gabi-i too love wrinkles, they make faces worth looking at. thanks!
Given that wrinkles make faces worth looking at, I've finally found my niche! Lovely roses.
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