i run the water
from the sink of my day
let good gravity
the length of a sigh
curl the meniscus
draw the residue
of my eccentricities
without a doubt
they’d have labelled me
if my mother had bothered
to listen to them
instead she set me
out of their reach
fed me to Fibonacci
and other universes
where i spiralled
into control
and out again
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY
Good for your mum 🙂
🙂
thank you!
Excellent last stanza… To Infinity … and beyond! …
All the best to you. Aquileana 😀
thank you – also to you! 🙂