Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
WOW!!! what vivid imagery doth this poetess of repute have!!!Honour is all mine to have read this one...
...gazing from dry yellow eyes... releasing its passionate clutch...wind's buoyant embrace...gently tucks in to the rich earth
Wordsworth, are you listening?
True the earth stands richened further by the addition of grace by the yellow-eyed leaf.
I read this each word one at a time, and a couple at a time and three at a time and so on...now you might think I have become psychedelic...
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall