Coming up for air
Tadpoles swim up, then roll over. Black goes to white. Catching Sun and air.
poetry
Chisel away
Once read a comment about a great sculptor, Michelangelo probably. It was to the effect that a sculptor doesn\’t create a work, rather the work already exists, inside a piece of stone, and the sculptor\’s role is to remove all the extraneous material until the work is revealed. Something like that for my writing. The
Starry starry night
When you wish upon a star, makes a big difference which one you choose. Your wish will take thousands, millions, billions of years to reach it, and the same time to get back to grant your wish. No wonder wishes don\’t get granted, eh? Prayers, too.
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Humpty
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall – and all the King\’s Doctors, Oncologists, Gastroenterologists, Dermatologists, Psychiatrists, Otolaryngologists, Cardiologists and Ophthalmologists gingerly and gradually put Humpty together again.
Sans
\”Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.\” I used to have a bucket list, but I threw it in the bin. Really not interested in travelling any more, seeing any more. I used to be a grumpy old
Forget-me-not
It occurs to me that we spend the first three quarters of our lives learning knowledge, and the last quarter forgetting it. So what, I wonder, is the point?
Totentanz
Two young magpies chasing grasshoppers on grass this morning. Seeing grasshopper on ground, lunge, grasshopper jumps, chase, grasshopper jumps, try to predict which way, lunge to spot, grasshopper has been unpredictable, gone sideways, try to catch in flight, too fast. Millions of years of evolution gone into perfecting this dance of death, the grasshopper to