DocAndersen
The sound of metal scratching
fills the air
and growing
begins to
replace the oxygen
we gasp for air
like fish
used to thick vicious air
flowing over gills
drowning in fresh air.
The world
is hollow
the metal seems
to say.
Hollow
and I have
touched the sky.
Metal clinging to the last known moment
the last
molecule of oxygen
dragging it off
to the noise of scratching
and then leaving it alone
gasping for breath
expecting more liquid in its
drawn breath.
Nice post and words, interesting photo
Thanks, Pam! I am glad you found it interesting.
Very, very nice! I guess there is poetry in everything and everywhere.
In fact there is, finding the poetry is the hardest part. Letting it flow is the easy part once I find it!
It sounds like you are having a great day today. c”,)
It is funny how the presence of, or absence of a little noise can make a day so much better.
Either way, it will complete our day.
It seems to me that you feel happy and inspired by the completion of the roof repair.
Yes I am and thank you for stopping by!!!!
That’s Great Sounds Like Amazing…
Thanks! I am really glad you liked it!
Great once again. I know you are doing the happy dance since the roof is done. 🙂
Truly a happy dance! It was one of those has to be done, but why now things.
I completely understand. It is behind both of us now for awhile hopefully.
When stuffy surrounds the mind
plant a purple bauhinia there
look at the oxygen out
and smile you away.
Wonderful Albert, wonderful! the best answer is always the one that makes you smile!
It is important for us to do everything to smile and for a smile encourages us to do everything and enjoy it wholeheartedly.
I love that Albert. Enjoying things and being happy is a worthwhile goal!
This is beautiful Doc. Read it a few times.
Thanks, Della. That means a lot to me!