a gossamer of thought
floats on the rythym
of a kettle drum
red liquid stains on the pavement leave
rusted watermarks
on the wheel
a mole of sorrow a harrow hole
in the heart of the mother son
a murmur of life floats away
to the rythym of a kettle drum
8 comments:
heavy & haunting. nice.
dark and brooding indeedly. I likes it, I likes it.
i want to learn how to do videos!
Nice!
as always bluemask exceptional rhythm, great sounds.
...but leave the poetry to the writers? LOL
no way, funny, I was saying that I could "hear" your poetry before I realized that there was a video attached ( I checked the blog from work and they don't allow the videos through our fire wall, I thought it was just a photo)
songs are poetry, this is poetry and don't leave anything to the writers
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;)
except for scraps of food. writers often need that. and sometimes your loose change, too.
very nice. i like.
bonus points for video.
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