NEVER CHOOSE

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

 

No right minded man would ever choose

mental illness to cure the blues.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2020 00:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: This morning's sculpture from olive wood - very tactile.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    So true Michael.

    I can understand that sculpture being tactile, I feel as though I want to touch it.

    Andy

    • Michael Edwards

      It's so smooth - I collected the wood in Sardinia.

    • orchidee

      A fine write and pic M.
      There's a stone/rock like this, along a track I walk sometimes. easy to trip over. It needs to be rooted out of the ground.

      • Michael Edwards

        take it home, wash it, polish it with beeswax - voila!!

        • orchidee

          I will pretend I made it as a sculpture. lol.

        • 4 more comments

        • dusk arising

          Your sculpture today looks like something i would like to sit with in my hands as a comfort or relaxant. Immediately i feel its a very tactile piece.

          Maybe the blues is itself a mental illness.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          BRIAN HERE ~ GOOD AFTERNOON Uncle Mike ~ Love Olive Wood it is as some have suggested ~ A hand massager to banish the BLUES ! I wont tell you this but (sotto voce) in the sculpt *Yo visto un Gato como Smokey* what a surprise !
          Your doublet is an OXYMORON but it is legal during LOCKDOWN ! No B & A Ode today ~ just a NEW FUSION on Dream Jobs ~ Please check and (if so moved a) throw another LOGO on the FUSION !

          Thanks BRIAN & ANGELA & SMOKEY 💛💛💛

          • Michael Edwards

            Off to look at the fusions - thanks Brian.

          • Suresh

            I visualize a tortured brain and then fall in line with the insight so professed.
            Thank you.



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