thought submerged in dream
with wreckage of a world lost
move towards the sun
---
Alone I stand in
the misty swamp, but am
I really alone here?
_
Quiet and calm, in
the misty visage of time,
we will remain strong!
---
The Outback of Oz
Stood 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'
This picture he took.
---
steam the black logs first
drop into colander, drain,
add algae, and serve
---
by the shore of styx
thru the mist comes the ferryman
distant harpies rail
-
yo bubba, pass a brew
neep tide, nuthin gon' bite fa now
we'll catch 'limb fish' til it turnz
---
Burnt stumps, water, fog,
An obscure sky says all,
Need I say anymore?
---
Auspicious warm soup
maybe life crawls out again.
Get it right this time.
---
Great dendritic gods
astride heaven and earth 'til
the water arrived
-
Hot sun burning through
squalid mist and morning dew
as Wednesday warms
-
Buried deep beneath
the swampy bottom, ancient
bones still lay sleeping
---
Gray smoke and cinders,
This is really depressing
Where is my remote?
---
through stone and darkness
the river moved in silence
over empty land
15 comments:
Alone I stand in
the misty swamp, but am
I really alone here?
___________________________
Quiet and calm, in
the misty visage of time,
we will remain strong!
Gray smoke and cinders,
This is really depressing
Where is my remote?
schutte
Oh! BTW - I was a bit dizzy and forgot to mention that this phote is of a lake in Australia (aargh, forget the name) taken by my good friend 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'. (Hey matey, that nickname is you to a tee, don't you think? Ha ha ha ha) (Did I get the spelling right?)
The Outback of Oz
Stood 'Murchadh the Sea Warrior'
This picture he took.
*If there is an error in the spelling of the name, there's Nobody to blame*
Exactly!
Eucalypt ghosts,
trapped now as lonely naiads.
A curlew calls.
This is the sound,
the sound a firestorm makes,
when the rains break.
*apologies to The Pixies for butchering 'Hey'.
steam the black logs first
drop into colander, drain,
add algae, and serve
by the shore of styx
thru the mist comes the ferryman
distant harpies rail
*******
yo bubba, pass a brew
neep tide, nuthin gon' bite fa now
we'll catch 'limb fish' til it turnz :)
Yay. I'm grooving on this one.
Burnt stumps, water, fog,
An obscure sky says all,
Need I say anymore?
Auspicious warm soup
maybe life crawls out again.
Get it right this time.
Brian -
Brilliant - maybe life gets it right this time.
Great dendritic gods
astride heaven and earth 'til
the water arrived
...
Hot sun burning through
squalid mist and morning dew
as Wednesday warms
...
Buried deep beneath
the swampy bottom, ancient
bones still lay sleeping
thought submerged in dream
with wreckage of a world lost
move towards the sun
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