Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rosebud skies, Mornington Peninsula
Poefusion Tuesday title prompt ~ first line from e.e.cummings ~
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any chance, your tapestry waits for threads: your footprints shadow
me, or where i wing because a glance will easily melt and unhinge
metal fingers, you open keys lock by lock touching my
Winter with mysterious Spring (eerily like a sponging dream)
first garden or if your spell be magic,
sacred i and my life will fold very pleasing, stealthy, as when one soul of this
wild flower imagines ice carefully cringing in packs; there is no pretence of nothing
which we are to tend here equal to limp water: whose ochres smoothe the tones of lands inside streaming death into breathing into forever echo (i do not imagine some to and fro) but what little understands in me is that no horizon has such
eyes
4 comments:
Nice! Interesting photo.
I love this photo. The depth perception is great and the hint of haze is perfect. Great job, Gemma!
Gemma, I love where this prompt took you so late at night. This is a beautiful piece. And, your photo allows everyone to see that horizon with such depth. Nice job. Have a nice day.
wow gemma... love the visions and colors.. but what little understands in me is that no horizon has such eyes .. everyday the horizon changes everywhere never thought of having eyes...
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