for the love of summer, |
of holidays been and gone and i think about siesta's and sun drenched vast vista's and nap sacked hikes into the mountains as we gazed upon butterflies and flies that liked butter and all the birds on...
Posted by miss something on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 08:05:00 PST |
now |
some creative outputting perhaps, to rid me of my demons, some field path away from the beaten track to help me exorcise those twin spirits of thought and depression that forever lurk in shadow behind...
Posted by miss something on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 05:43:00 PST |
to change. |
thewind is blowing in the night, thrashing around the flat slanted windows of the factory, but still i imagine heather and gorse being blown on a darkened beachside heath somewhere remote, drizzley an...
Posted by miss something on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 10:04:00 PST |
sirius a and sirius b,(lower left hand) |
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Posted by miss something on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 06:09:00 PST |
this iisis what i want to write, |
i just want to write...
i just want to write...
i just want to write...
...
Posted by miss something on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 07:51:00 PST |
.......wh*... |
cow parsley, late primroses, wilting bunches, bluebells, window boxes, crabapples, white blossoms, oceans of////
spacial abstracts, my distant love, play guitar, hold my own hand for want of someone e...
Posted by miss something on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 02:55:00 PST |
october and parks,,(not there yet),,but still.. |
yes, i keep writing about the same things in the last few days or so, , im sure some body is interested, although i do question this, ,,
i have come to the middle of the park,off the designated cycle ...
Posted by miss something on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 07:24:00 PST |
wake up wake up.. |
no fighting today, its a glorious day glorious day, feels like spring when i first moved in , the caw of the country crow, erupts into the silent brislingly warm air, fresh but warm. The distant sound...
Posted by miss something on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 07:38:00 PST |
paint a vulgar picture. |
oh why is my pen so broken down!
white or black lacy parasols parasols!! excellent excellent, the cult of chiffonwhen the tea urn sings at 5 o'clock,we can don these garments of poetical beauty
the sq...
Posted by miss something on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 10:37:00 PST |
a woman talking to a man |
like pain and heartstrings its my most hated thinglike poetry and springcan we do it again
and i'll call what i love and i love a good rhyme
why cant i?
indeedyou say
maybe its time to embrace the rhy...
Posted by miss something on Tue, 15 Aug 2006 08:01:00 PST |
