(Wish I could remember the name of the artist for this print. It's not mine.)Patterns in the sky
fluttering, freely, flashing by
Choreographed only by the nature inside.
Sitting in a car I wait at the light
Looking up at this beautiful sight.
Why must I move like this,
they move like that?
Their life is harsh,
synchronized with a pulse
deeper than strife.
A sunny afternoon
the birds synchronize.
ah, I finally found this blog again
ReplyDeletethat is a cool cubism like photo and '
the poem works well with it
OK, I have a question. When I started blogging in june I had 3 blogs. I thought that was good until i started feeling like i didnt know what was what. Do ever wish you only had one or ae you haoppy with a few of them?
I think they serve their purposes, but It is hard to do it with good consistency...so you have a point. I'll continue to think about because one would be a whole lot easier.
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