Skittering from
The mirrored mouth,
Whooping and free.
Once they settle
In another’s mind,
What can be done?
Shrug,
Go hunting
For more..
( words are seeds and seas)
I wrote this as a comment to an N.Filbert piece on Spoondeep (What writing will). The comments and additions to the post were vast and various, so maybe the virtual brain became a little fired with neural connections. Anyway, it refused to post these words (several times), so I put them here instead. One leaf, caught in its own spiralling dance, whilst the wind blows the rustling red others to the horizon’s edge….
perfect metaphor Simon. Thanks
Thanks. Interesting seeing you in short lines and how the language changes a little, or the reading of it.
words are seeds and seas! sounds like something I’d say ….
oh words are seeds yes they are! and seas, thundering waves and calm rippling
And seeds are dreams and seas are words…