Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash
---- Leonard Cohen
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
(photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)
Sometimes, brown and black lie low, a troubled surface, a dig here, a lump there.
White appears to thrive, mixing with those in the pink and cream of of Life
Its nobody's world; the brown and black, sucking the rain water for the roots, cool down there; the whites and pinks, facing a mositure-ous new day and the green, opening up to the world, as if to say, "We really can't live without each other, can we ?"