I’m waiting for my train, a thousand thoughts dancing in my brain, as I stand beneath the overhanging branches, that over hang where I stand and, there’s no longer rain and the birds sing again: ‘n as I smell sweet, wet plant smells up my nose, my brain finds one track to work upon, as I begin to write prose…
Coat draped open, she sits in almost graceful repose on the seat, nearest to me, across the aisle, her hands clasped gently in her lap and bein a chap, my eyes are drawn to her feet and, her open – top heels, with my mouth turning down, as I began to frown: “Boy, does she need a pedicure…”
meandered musings
muddled thoughts
non-linear thought, in a linear form.
aha.
Neils duvet calls.
I've been writing, with a frown
and, my mouth turned upside
down as I concentrate, as I have
to find a climax, literally.
COMMENTS
whoa made me stop and think.... this could be taken in several ways lol
‘Tis May and, just before nine in the evening and it’s still light, as Lady Blackbird swings down to the front lawn, to hop and to bop her head and, the beak burrows down into the grass: then it’s mate, a deep black in colour with a long yellow beak, that it uses as a digging tool, sweeps down on strong wings; and it looks for its food so well at this time of the day and, such is its way, this time in May...
It's 13th May two thousand and eleven.
And on today’s National News:
A British tourist in her early sixties
was beheaded yesterday in Tenerife,
for ‘no apparent reason’; and for her,
it truly was, “The End Of Days”.
'twas tearful.. and cheerful
as I stared at pictures of
my late mother, who meant
more to me, than any other.
And though I tried to move
on, it's be fair top say, I'll
leave that, for another day.
COMMENTS
I like it
I like this. A lot.
like it
Oft times, the people
that we meet and then
connect with can find
the words to articulate,
what you might think
or feel, in a far more
eloquent fashion than
you, yourself can do.
And, when you read
their words, it’s almost
as though they’ve read
your mind, which is the
kind of friend, that I’d
like to know…
How was my day,
she asked.
Well, it was
blue. warm.
fluffy... very fluffy.
and, there was
housework. I do
remember lots of
housework...
COMMENTS
Dork. ♥
lol...thought you were describing cotton candy for a minute ;)
blue cotton candy VB..imagine that on a pole like a feather duster cleaning the windows lol
But I bet it was said with love :)
yeah. i agree with the thought of cotton candy. LOL.
It saddens me, that
having said hello and
becoming friends they
come and go and, rarely
do you ever know, why
they changed; why they
went and, rarely will one
learn why friends just go
away as they do...
COMMENTS
awww. you are writing sad stuff today. :/ but all are still good. :)
I will always be a friend!
Me too, I will always be your friend
:D
We might not talk often, but that doesn't mean I don't think about you often
Giant Hugs
Walking down the hill, I stop
and look over the wall to my
right with my camera out on
a sunny blue-sky warm day,
into the green as sunlight shafts
down through overhanging branches
onto the woodland floor, highlighting
many different hues of green, as a light
breeze presses softly ‘gainst my face,
and realizing that some images are seen
with more than one sense, I put away my camera.
sometimes people just don't care.
And that is sad and lonely.
now, that's sad and lonely.
Huh?
how I am... often.. sad... and... lonely.
COMMENTS
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NoctusAngelusProcella
00:52 Jun 02 2011
lol you pedi-fetisher you lol