3 In poetry


the possibilites of time
I am a factory of wishes;
my conveyor belt full
of fierce possibility.
Dust follows my silhouette:
catching the light, it floats
like stars – a universe
taking shape beside me.

  • Francesca
    27/06/2012 at 11:55

    I love this. And you have very friendly toes (like the rest of you).

  • Lis
    12/06/2012 at 15:17

    I FEEL this! And that dust floats across the sea and inspires me as I ponder how I want to begin, again …

    ♥ coming over from Liz’s blog :)

  • Damon
    12/06/2012 at 02:08

    Love it!