Stockport WoL August Collage Poem
Out of the frame comes hollow art,
Fly as high as life will let you
One hug means all the world to me
Things aren't always what they seem,
Clothing as well as beauty can be skin deep.
Things tatter in dreams
Like soaked pieces of paper
A brave sun struggles to penetrate the clouds
Red stilettos on the pier
A deck chair with no prom
Running with the moon, quite lost in life.
Andy N
Fri 17th Aug 2012 10:25
that's very you, Nigel - lol.
was great fun this piece again. i will defo be using the line i used in this again in the future but it is a lovely piece in my eyes.
cheers for posting it, John