Echoes
Perhaps it is a matter of trust?
Sometimes words fall into my head. They did this on my way home this evening as I watched the most poignant skies over the blue hills around town begin to release their tears. (I really should be concentrating on driving, especially in those conditions).
Echoes belongs to the following groups:
RiginalsWhen whistles are shrilling and thrilling the blood,
their echoes hanging in rancid air;
should ever the fear quintessentially bold
and thus ordained, should ever you care,
will follow a heart beat or two steps behind
as rain never floats, or lakes fill with brine
and bitter sweet are the taste you will find
that true love once tested falls foul in one’s mind.
Craig Shillington
Oooooooooooooo!!!! :O
Anne van Alkemade replied
hmmm, interesting reaction Craig. :o)
Craig Shillington
Just made me think of the ol’ “A Woman Scorned” saying (thinking of Mother Nature) ;)
Anne van Alkemade replied
could well be!
Tania Rose
great read, Anne
Anne van Alkemade replied
thanks Tania. :)
OWLGIRL69
I really like this Anne speaks straight to my heart at the moment. You are so lucky to be able to remember what comes into your head as you drive, I really need a dictofone because one minute its there and if I dont capture it, it will be gone just as quick!
Anne van Alkemade replied
But I must look strange to other drivers, sitting at traffic lights saying the same sentences over and over and over until I can stop and write them down. lol.
Alison Pearce
Fabulous work Anne!! So very visual!
Anne van Alkemade replied
wow, thanks Alison. That’s what I was trying for in an obscure way.