11/30/10

cantilevers like diving boards





to begin with, the sun created a significant tidal bulge on a young, molten Mercury, a bulge that locked into place when the planet solidified.



sometimes, when all the trees are severed, shamefully nude stumps, poetry is the only limb you have.

8 comments:

Verenda Harrt said...

i agree, your words are so truthful.

Verenda Harrt said...

and as i reminder, i don.t know in you know, but your blog list has a blog that doesn.t exist anymore.

Verenda Harrt said...

Do you somehow have a flickr, since you have so many pictures

not wendy said...

You have a quiet elegance and poise about yourself that is so present in your words. I adore you and your thoughts, I am following! xx

Greer said...

pretty, pretty pictures.

Sofi Stellar said...

This is so pretty!

Athena. said...

Yes, oh yes. The only limb I have. This was wonderful, Dear. xxxx

mckenzie. said...

This is beautiful. xx

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)