#shoots
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.
She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.
My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.
Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
I'm starting anew,
taking shoots of my life: green –
that I'll pass around.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 4:21 AM UTC
Shooting spree
Fatal none
(that I know)
The camera man once me
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
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***The desire tree,
chopped down,
stumped,
unattended,
since long....
But the rain
nourished it
and few shoots
foliated anew...***
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
In the trees
It is cold now
The wind creeps up and a chill trickles down my spin
The trees moan with the wind
I sink down to the soil
Laying down and shoving my fingers into the earth
They stretch and twist, flesh become plant
Not fingers but roots
Green shoots growing out of my body
Eyes turned towards the sky
Moon painting my face with pale light
A stunning realisation as I hear without ears
The trees do not moan, they sing
The wind sings
The earth hums with life
This is what I dreamed of
This is all I could ever need
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC