Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

loftily herd

their point and pout are too severe.  they incline wildly to the skies, reaching armlessly toward some kind of salvation found only in the uppermost lyrical sphere.   they can’t find their feet on the ground, so sway and subvert the vision to that of passing dreams and hopes.

hope springs eternally light just a skip step from home…

a photograph untaken flashes to the mind.  can’t be spoken of.  unexisting.  a shadow cast in the halflight flickers under screenshine, and screenburn, and colour and contrast…. dot dot dot dash dash dash in the twentysomethingth degree the candles melt and gently ooze toward what they point against…

candlelight.  it could have been candlelight.  might possibly.  in worlds that exist simply, in days past where wicks and wax shared warmth, maybe they would not leave; not take that one further selfish step.

these days squelch like rapid mud.  stick to the sides of the mind, leaving muck and mulch behind.  opportunities too good to pass are taken.   you stripped the sentances bare when the gale blew between every atom in every cell; the words remaining are clinging on to each other to find some meaning, some sort of understanding, which simply cannot exist.

it is at points like this, that the gradient dips and slides concurrent with a conical timeflow, and we are returned to earth.  no lofty aspirations for thee.  head down.  back to the hum.  but you listen and learn, and place finger shadows over that which does not exist.

this is wonderfully written. love the sentiment and the style.

thank you lissa.

Your site is amazing, will you please link up with me?
I want to show any readers i have your work.

thank you,
Alice

Where’s the photo from? Is it yours? It goes perfectly with the post.

I love your writing.

oh god, this is brilliant, just what the buildings are doing, what we all do … sometimes what i do on a good/bad day … and all of us half-right/wrong … placing finger shadows on a map that we can’t see … therein hides all awe … maybe?

Beautiful words and images. *sigh*

I miss reading your blog as often as I used to but it still feels nice and cosy to come here from time-to-time. *wry smile*

Alice : thank you.
Ben : yes, it is. all the photographs illustrated here are my own.
Lillipilli : thank you - please, do write some more yourself, some time?
Shell: who is to say what happens when no eyes gaze?
Doobrie: thank you too! i’m not sure about the cosy…but it is still here, for whenever you wish to read!