Safe in a fortress built from the skeletons of my meatless memories
Surrounded by the stories I have accumulated.
Protected by the escarpment of my wise investments.
Invisible to my enemies.
I no longer need shoes.
Surrounded by the stories I have accumulated.
Protected by the escarpment of my wise investments.
Invisible to my enemies.
I no longer need shoes.
i think a life without shoes might be nice...barefoot is the best....i would rather have meat on my memories though...in case i get hungry
ReplyDeleteI commented on your other blog already. Love this!
ReplyDeleteTo live life...raw, naked would definitely be the best.
ReplyDeleteWonderful
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SueAnn
It would be good not to need shoes...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Safe in a fortress built from the skeletons of my meatless memories? Oh brilliant! And perfect close.
ReplyDeletelove,love,love this!!!
ReplyDeleteThe simplicity of this is fantastic. To sum a life in so were words shows talent indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for gifting me with this poem.
so FEW words...must remember...proof read!
ReplyDeleteI kind of like were words, especially when the full moon is bright.
ReplyDeleteYour magpie so perfectly describes the image that I am stunned. looking for your 55 and was glad to find this.
ReplyDelete(My mag for this image is a long scroll down my page.)