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Sprung

Pale walls meander
over gorse scrubbed by the sun
The sky scatters drifts
Picking at the canopy of slab

I hang my eyes out to dry
My soul drifts up over
The lip of crag, I fly
with the eagle and wolf

I flicker, one with the dust
Then rushed-recoiled-snapped
pulled back
To the dark inside my head

14 Comments:

Blogger elkenarra said...

since now, my home is your home. a kiss from barcelona, catalonia, spain.

7:33 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

sometimes that is the only place to find some peace of mind, in the dark. that is where we grow from.
great poem.

4:17 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Welcome Elkenarra what a beautiful lion is he real

Lorena I believe you are right darkness and silence allows the mind to float free and thought that the daytime is to busy for buz insistently round your head

12:02 PM  
Blogger Srikar said...

First time here. Nice blog. You seem to be someone who's interested in photography. Check out my photoblog - snapshots2097.blogspot.com

Will surely be back here.

3:49 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Sricar welcome I will certainly do that call back anytime

5:51 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Levely poem. Maybe the line should be -
I hang my eyes out to dry.
And pale walls.

I like the poem because it has that elusive quality where the meaning of the poem is just out of our grasp.

Good stuff.

12:55 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Well spotted Roger I'm always getting my pails muddled with my pales but I don't know where the up came from perhaps the blogogiste has had a random word day

8:11 AM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

i like the darkness in my bedroom at night. its peaceful.
great poem!
:)

3:21 PM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

How well you describe the freedom to soar, and then the mind sharply calling us back from it. Wonderful!

4:00 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Gulnaz I often wake up in the wee hours with an idea drumming through my head so I keep pens and paper there just in case.

Patry I love to day dream its great that we dont have to be where we are, except when I accidently put my paintbrush in my tea of corse, lucky I dont drive

6:44 PM  
Blogger Amie said...

"I hang my eyes out to dry" this created a weird vision in my head. of course i know you didn't mean it in a literal sense :)

11:22 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Amie you don't mean to tell me you've never hung your eyes out to dry, what do you do with them then and don't they make your clothes wet. Ah that's it you must have a tumble dryer.

1:14 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

I love the way your write ..like painting in abstract colours yet you see the vision so clear and what amazing it touches the core of soul lingo

10:43 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Iamnasra I love that you feel that way, I often wonder when I write some thing if it will say the same to someone else as I intended it, but in a way a bit like an abstract painting, it allows the freedom of interpritation.

11:38 AM  

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