. valley of the widow.

Published in the Outlaw Poet, thanks to Klaus.

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sonja benskin mesher

grey  day, rain.
squeaky bath taps.

this is the valley
of the widow.

this is the day.
writing  the wall,
trees stand tall.

yellow flags, the route,
to glyn y weddw.

know these things.
life will bring. words
in books, paper air.

a name that still remains.

write it.

sbm.

2012-05-10-07-17-08

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.. anna the prophetess ..

Published in the Outlaw Poet, thanks to Klaus.

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sonja benskin mesher

the lime kilns are empty now,

yet the mass remains, the wonder

at the shape. spring came.

each road a picture, slowly staring,

came  painting,  visual

overload resulting.

then to explain birds, that need none,

drawing lines, weaving dreams

for peace of mind.

we walked together,

she told me stories.

©sbm

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.. west side story ..

the afternoon prompt is here,       the battery is low.

plugged in the radio has interference, and i cannot

here the title properly.

 

beside that it is a lovely day, i have been sniffing       soap

again.

 

lime & patchouli a favourite, while slate with moss bizzare,

which means strange or unusual. i like perfumes, smell is the

other word, not very fancy.

 

to be surrounded, suffused ;                 + sound is heaven here.

littled          , tip tap, tip tapping,    softly slipping into    revery.

 

an act or state of absent-minded daydreaming: to fall. to trip.

inhale.                                                  #perfume

+then

tip, tip,                                                                                         #sound

 

sbm.

 

daily post – perfume

 

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