Sunday, April 1, 2012

sticks, twigs, bits of string


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.

10 comments:

  1. 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

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  2. I commented on your other blog already. Love this!

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  3. To live life...raw, naked would definitely be the best.
    Wonderful
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  4. It would be good not to need shoes...

    Anna :o]

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  5. Safe in a fortress built from the skeletons of my meatless memories? Oh brilliant! And perfect close.

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  6. The simplicity of this is fantastic. To sum a life in so were words shows talent indeed.

    Thank you for gifting me with this poem.

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  7. so FEW words...must remember...proof read!

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  8. I kind of like were words, especially when the full moon is bright.

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  9. Your magpie so perfectly describes the image that I am stunned. looking for your 55 and was glad to find this.

    (My mag for this image is a long scroll down my page.)

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