The image and poem in this entry were inspired by a tweet from a good friend of mine. See? Twitter can be good for something! Thanks, Lorraine!
I couldn’t look at the photograph
I couldn’t look at the ring you wore
I couldn’t sense any purpose in
Living life as I did before
I only wanted to hold your hand
I only wanted to see your face
I only wanted the memory
Of the life that was in this place.
I Only Wanted The Memory
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It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. For those who care, sorry about that. I’ve been working on the next part to The Coin, which I haven’t quite finished yet, and some new images, one of which is posted below. I hope you like it. Comments and feedback would be appreciated.
Sorrow of an Angel
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My wife just said she was going to get her mouth around some nuts. So she grabbed a Snickers bar from the kitchen cupboard.
This is Beth, a beautiful young woman and a talented dancer.
What we see
Is not what we get
But what we can avoid
What we touch
Is not what we feel
But what we cannot take
What we hear
Is not what they say
But a whisper of our own
What we smell
Is nothing corrupt
But the flower of the World
What we taste
Is nothing bitter
But the nectar from the flower