adventure at sea

above the robed One looked over all pretty things down on His earth and in jest He found Himself listening to a danceable beat, as [He] tore up a rug to the notes played while friday carried crusoe sound continued to take them away, standing up on the shore they now readied for the finish to be written: and a song they would soon sing of life spent divine: florals in espionage (aka, scents of lavender), meteor showers on the 20th day each november no matter the coordinates they’d made, and assorted canonized parts of the past as everyone prayed – but! just then crusoe departed again (damn! time always comes when He makes up His mind): and friday far away seemed much better to be if he were to leave all pasts behind: 5 days left wide open, friday went diving for pearls brought in by a wave crashing down with mata hari and nut and the gilled ones still in the sea: humbled they were, only those once living under water were brought up from beneath and in aqua sea foam everything was bubbles and broken shells sparkled (before, was a barrier reef) left shining on a shore with red lilies and sturdy young reeds; their gills began suffering dehydration from far away solar heat but after they crawled from the rocks and flung upon each other into green grass in the shade, the feeling before, now it was leaving as two beauties danced one in the sky and one on the land they all listened to a song and now peaceful, friday soon fell asleep to again finish his dream.

@ 07/20/2013 by KPW


About KatherinePopeWolcott

currently compiling thoughts/writings -- notebooks full, pulled apart and put back together and then something new, and here it all comes. two books being finished in the interim. Sometimes really frustrating. I remain with little interest in attempting to learn the "how to" parts of blogging because I'm technically inept, so multiple limitations are always present; just try not to think about... but other creations coming soon -- I think I am able to scan/pdf; what I am currently working on (paintings and photos and painted photos) once finished; or get someone else to do it for me.
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