'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Friday, 27 November 2009
Something about polka-dots...
seems to go in through the eyes and then whizz around. I can't pin down exactly just why, it jogs something somewhere way back in the long ago.
Hello Thanks for visiting me. I can see you do like red polka spots! I have never met anybody who appreciates or even knows who Armand and Michaela are. I only wish I had seen their television shows. I have all their books (exception Maid of Money) No doubt they would be totally dismayed to see Africa now. Enjoy your weekend. xx
Something about polka-dots...
seems to go in through the eyes and then whizz around. I can't pin down exactly just why, it jogs something somewhere way back in the long ago.
2 comments:
Hello
Thanks for visiting me. I can see you do like red polka spots! I have never met anybody who appreciates or even knows who Armand and Michaela are. I only wish I had seen their television shows. I have all their books (exception Maid of Money)
No doubt they would be totally dismayed to see Africa now.
Enjoy your weekend. xx
Oh, so cheery! And when I clicked on the second photo, I was delighted to see a polka-dotted shoe, too!
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