Friday, April 16, 2010

below

deep beneath the city that spoke there was a silent lake.
deep beneath the lake, there was desperate life.

11 comments:

Jess said...

Your words are so evocative of thoughts I've had & then forgotten. But you say it much more beautifully than I ever would.

Do you write poetry in the more literal sense?

a. said...

deep.

aurora. said...

this picture is stunning
i love your comment it really makes me think :)

http://vintageaurora.blogspot.com/
xoxo

MIA said...

wondrously deep

Jessie said...

Love this

xx
Jessie
http://87life.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

and deep beneath that lake under a pale white light was a lion on a stone table with it's tongue hanging limp and it's insides lying all over the floor amongst a piles of ruby red glass. , and there was a hole where his heart should have been.

and cinderella was there too. , with blood stained lips and blood shod feet.

rocking in the corner and purring quietly to her self because all was lost.

rarara

Anonymous said...

and deep beneath that lake under a pale white light was a lion on a stone table with it's tongue hanging limp and it's insides lying all over the floor amongst a piles of ruby red glass. , and there was a hole where his heart should have been.

and cinderella was there too. , with blood stained lips and blood shod feet.

rocking in the corner and purring quietly to her self because all was lost.

rarara

Miss Woody said...

love your blog !

Rose said...

naww i love you mister anonymous

Nedda Ebo said...

this is great, what a profound photo, and once again I love what you've written. There's always some kind of mystery in your posts! x

simone on the internet said...

There's such poetry and abundant imagery in your lines. It's great! And the photo is perfect.