Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Wildflowers



Sitting on the pier

looking out at an endless sky.

Her heart ~

a thousand questions deep,

and all of them in capitals.

Then came the autumn of the Tate.

Seeing out

through the wall of glass

beyond the Millennium bridge.

Not seeing,

yet seeing all.

The soft breeze of love

that fell from nowhere.

Nowhere.

That word.

Solitary.

She thought of it.

No,

thought  of it often.

As the wildflowers,

bloomed  around her feet.



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2 comments:

  1. Kess18 August 2011 at 09:44

    Wow! You always write so beautifully, and these last two posts are no exception. I just loved reading this! It is so vivid!

    AML

    Kess
    xxxx

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  2. Anna20 August 2011 at 08:46

    Kess darling little one!
    You are home!
    ( Missed you times 100,000! )
    Thank you so much for you lovely lovely comments as ever my darling.
    They mean everything to me.
    AML
    Anna
    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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