Jun 2013
papered white,
there is one wall in
his room of spines for
a muse. His beautiful
abstraction ~ carved
& polished ~
hung as his
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*
*Colouring other walls vibrant
these spines shine
with jewels
imbibing
his souls'
faceted
light
with
hope
* * free * *
her * *
*
You decide, an Hourglass or a Keyhole?
When gifted with an empty 'box' to fill recently,
the poetess' curiosity found Hope remains... Inside :)
... an extract taken from Hesiod ~ Works and Days
&
a lyric from Adele ~ Rolling in Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw
"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not fly away.
Before [she could], Pandora replaced the lid of the jar."
"Turn my sorrows into treasured gold....
you'll pay me back in kind,
and reap just what you sow"
When gifted with an empty 'box' to fill recently,
the poetess' curiosity found Hope remains... Inside :)
... an extract taken from Hesiod ~ Works and Days
&
a lyric from Adele ~ Rolling in Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw
"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not fly away.
Before [she could], Pandora replaced the lid of the jar."
"Turn my sorrows into treasured gold....
you'll pay me back in kind,
and reap just what you sow"
