Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Do bones want to smile Once the flesh is gone to become One with the earth? Do hands want to touch The freed soul that flies from bones One with the heavens? Beauty’s canvas dies The paint covers abstractions Becomes impressions. Impressions of life Like a lost butterfly’s wing Fade…
Victoria
Originally posted on Zedetta:
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Bush Knife
Originally posted on Following the Crow Song:
It’s under Mum’s bed to keep away the burglars. Mum’s companion and stand in body guard, connecting her to home is a short flat, fairly blunt blade gaining it strength from the way it’s held and thrust. And yes we do get burglars, but I sleep through it…
Merida
Originally posted on Zedetta:
Merida (c) Pixar, Art (c) Zedetta
Life Splinters
Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Skin tastes the season Knits it to the bone Frosty footsteps Eat a dreamer’s skin Gloved handprints Scroll phone photo splinters Eyes speaking life Embedded dreaming Life splinters Into status statements Season to season Image to image Emoting and unleashing Inner worlds Memes beckon likes And stories untold Knit themselves…
