[Photo: Big Frank Dickinson]Words
---- Big Frank Dickinson
It seems a trick, mere words
Reversed, repeated or unwound;
Like the meaning of a meaning,
The inside out of one, two, three.
The comfort gleaned from comfort;
The magic, magically gone;
The drawer that drew you in;
The song that sings unsung.
It's all the time you planned
To time your time at last.
The last time that you lasted,
Long time past.
The glance behind that glanced
Behind to when behind was near.
The nearness of the softness
Glancing softly in the mirror.
It's in the touch of brushing by
By brushing touch you see;
The nudge untouched before
When touched screams out: "It's me."
---- Big Frank Dickinson
It seems a trick, mere words
Reversed, repeated or unwound;
Like the meaning of a meaning,
The inside out of one, two, three.
The comfort gleaned from comfort;
The magic, magically gone;
The drawer that drew you in;
The song that sings unsung.
It's all the time you planned
To time your time at last.
The last time that you lasted,
Long time past.
The glance behind that glanced
Behind to when behind was near.
The nearness of the softness
Glancing softly in the mirror.
It's in the touch of brushing by
By brushing touch you see;
The nudge untouched before
When touched screams out: "It's me."
4 comments:
Foarte interesant subiectul postat de tine. M-am uitat pe blogul tau si imi place si am sa mai revin sa-l vizitez. O zi buna
the image almost looks like a work of abstract art and fits in well with your words! A happy find!
Thanks we3,
I took the photo in a shopping center in Beijing on Wangfuging St. I was drawn to the reflections and the symmetry. The photo in the previous post is a close up of the same scene.
I could see it huge scale as a painting! Great work!
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