I haven’t planned
your shoes
on the landscape.
I ate the
bread and salt
prepared
for only one
singular drive.
Suddenly shadow
raised
its head
breathed in my neck
face…
fell!
in sand…
gravity…
Submitted for Sunday Whirl
Sounds ominous!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to blog! :)
DeleteWhat goes up...
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by...and staying :)
DeleteMy daughter is going to college soon. I will miss her shoes in the landscape of our living room. :)
ReplyDeletesad...but you could keep them..thanks for visiting, Brenda :)
DeleteOuch, could hurt with a way to fall
ReplyDeletedepends...sand there...:)
DeleteBeautiful response to the wordle......
ReplyDeleteexistentialism
thank you ~ like yours ~ :)
DeleteI wasn't planning on finding Mrs. Jim when she came on the scene. Nicely stated, makes me try to fit in. Thank you. :)
ReplyDelete..
hah, familiar situation? :) ths
Deleteintriguing...reminds me a bit of corsos work....gravity always catches up to us it seems...and all too many things find us when we were not planning on them eh? smiles.
ReplyDeletealways depends how we're looking at it...from whose point of view...:)
DeleteThe last stanza is creatively done--I like how you describe it as the shadow raising its head.
ReplyDeletesuch a shadow in a motion...thanks for comment! :)
DeleteGravity sure catches up in the end...
ReplyDelete:) ths
Deleteshadow raised its head breathed on my neck.
ReplyDeletethat's wonderful. thanks:)
big ths
DeleteBeautiful and mysterious. Quite like your poem. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
thanks for visiting and comment! :)
DeleteOh very nice! And the drawing is stellar too. :<)
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it...nice....thanks
Deletegravity wins at the end of a good whirl; indeed
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Thanks...Love
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