here's to the peace
of walking
through an empty car park pausing
at the lonely war memorial a starshock
of marble pointing upwards to a
blue blue sky
I am footnotes
in a small font
at the bottom of a page
I am fake sonnets and dandelions
or is that somebody else
am I somebody else when I'm in these
words and
these words are
in me
little vignettes
this orchestra of concrete and light
naked flagpoles pose like
white silhouettes
people talk
of walking
through an empty car park pausing
at the lonely war memorial a starshock
of marble pointing upwards to a
blue blue sky
I am footnotes
in a small font
at the bottom of a page
I am fake sonnets and dandelions
or is that somebody else
am I somebody else when I'm in these
words and
these words are
in me
little vignettes
this orchestra of concrete and light
naked flagpoles pose like
white silhouettes
people talk
about balancing
here's to the peace
of unoccupied spaces
how my feet
how they sound without other sounds around them
people talk
about balancing
9 comments:
i am rather more fond of wide open spaces...even in feeling small within them i find great comfort...footnote or otherwise...smiles...
here's to the peace
of unoccupied spaces
cheers!
great write Cat;
an air of cool reflection
making room for leaving space
footnotes are where the interesting bits are hidden :D
I am fake sonnets and dandelions:
gotta love that! ;D
The I am a Footnote and I am fake sonnets, what a great way to illustrate. Really nice write here. Excellent read. Thanks
I *so* totally identify with this poem, wonderful write!
I think our winning line in this fantastic weave is "here's to the peace/of unoccupied spaces"...this is the type of poetry those spaces are filled with! Absolutely loved the write!
Love the peace of unoccupied space - love your words more.
Anna :o]
Beautiful! I think this is really fantastic. Now I'll go back and read it again :)
Hi ... cat ... just discovered you ... nice to meet you. Love, cat :) (http://catsruledogsdroole.blogspot.com/)
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