It’s raining in Scotland, falling like tears and the sky looks as gloomy as a million years
and the Forth Bridge is standing - a line in the grey - with boats on the estuary languid - today;
unraveling the traveling, it’s seagulls that call ‘come on, you’re a moving slow train - on a rail’
I’ve got furrows to plow - purposeful - now. |
Words really matter. Blavatsky said 'the universe is never again the same for every word spoken!'. Reading and writing poems and poetry helps me concentrate on words, thoughts, feelings. My first son, Andrew, has Down's Syndrome and he allows me to see the world differently and that's a great source of inspiration - as are my sons Angus, Adam and wife Amelie...........words, poems, feelings ...........Love - of course!!!
Wednesday 1 June 2011
Still Rain
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Great read John...i like the feeling of movement.
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I love this - and can visualise it so well! Nothing but rain up there and nothing but sunshine down here - no compromise. Why do you spell travelling the American way?
ReplyDelete"furrows to plow" - I suppose you will notch up both types as go go on
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