February 2010
129 posts
“Lights out
his parents gone to the play
a child runs against great wardrobes...”
– Jean Follain
On a rocky Shore
The sky is but littered a few hours over, as the deep hum of propellers grow sober, which lapse into a brief and calm quiet. Broken again by the air which provide it. Nameless are the years which cycle through moons and Sun. So fragile are the ears Beholding each season they’ve won.
on a rocky shore
Know the seas recede. Hear each stone pulled anon. Note, my feet sall bleed white as the foam all along. May this evening hour Grow wise with each blossoming flower. For spring hath showered a greener February Day. Now know that sea doth rise to challenge each young enterprise. Stone give way to sand cares not for each man’s demand. And here that necessary sorrow Shall matter not tomorrow....
“The first of those sorrows which are sent to wean us from the earth had visited...”
– Mary Shelley
lovelyquilts-deactivated2011011 asked: how do you deal with inspiration? not that inspiration is something you "deal" with i guess i just mean what's the process that follows once you've been inspired?
Ask away; you May →
welcome my dear friend
