PARADOX
Hidden from the world they knew
the dead are buried deep below
the fallen oak where cold winds blow
in death its roots exposed to view.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2019 02:24
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Clever and meaningful write Michael.
Thanks Andy
A fine write and pic M. yes, it's interesting if maybe we take country walks in each of the four seasons. I know we may have four seasons in one day sometimes. That'll save us some trips then! Just one per year needed. heehee.
I saw fields, lakes, etc among bare trees, hidden by pleasant green hedgerows and trees in Summer. We've lot of evenings now - 364 new ones left this year.
Walks in the four seasons - at the same time? - with only two legs?
363.5 when I type this - its dark outside.
Are those evenings usually dark? And when is the change from 'evening' to 'night'?
It's when you change the letters Orchi
It's when you change the letters Orchi
It's when you change the letters Orchi
I'll change the letters, I said, I'll change... I'll do it 3 times as you have!
I've got a new mouse and its breeding like anything.
Lots of meanings to this one but I took the one that meant the most to me and indulged myself.
I shan't ask which one that is - thanks for dropping by Sylvia.
Oh I wouldn't mind, just may have been very different to the intended. That's what I love about art. The magic that happens between artist and the receiver.
This made me think of my hair. I'm still not sure where it went.
Hair today, bald tomorrow.
THANKS FOR SHARING : Uncle Mike its past 10 pm here ~ almost time for bed. Loved the Poem : my experience : of trying to rejuvinate Geriatrics (with exercise & massage !) is that people do die from their feet up ! Love the fluidity of your "damp canvas" water colour : very dynmic ! Take care of your feet : Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks Angela, love the idea of foot massage but at the moment it's my brain that is in the greater need!
yes indeed.. truth captured in water colours and words.... N
Ta muchly N
no problem...
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