Totnes is an inspiration!
The poetry crew
My eyes a valley of pedals
Tim, looking like a veggie
Cameron, what a youthful old chap!
Cameron drawing to us the musical instrument he created on his own.
The poetry crew
My eyes a valley of pedals
Tim, looking like a veggie
Cameron, what a youthful old chap!
Cameron drawing to us the musical instrument he created on his own.
A year later or so, Cameron's instrument was created.
You can get a poor-quality sample of the beauty of this exquisite instrument here:
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xac1XnyFCeM
Feel so much like home there. Home, meaning the place where your heart can easily rest and smile.
a feeling controversially very different to the one that my literal home, Cyprus often evokes in me.
Tonight I met up with some lovely people and passionate artists.
along with reading and chatting we played. In the game in which each of us was given a swan's feather and the only direction we had was to as write something descriptive about the feather.
Walking alongside imagination I wrote the above:
Oh, thats the fairy that appeared while i was trying to write...:)
she came very handy.
Swan's feathers
The air runs
through your soft
white legs
and your shiver.
The water sings
wavy melodies
upon your royal pathways.
Your basis, transparent,
the higher it gets
the stronger
the opaque smell becomes.
While falling
I saw you transforming
into a dove-fairy
whose dance
colored red
the icy surface.
You dived in
But still, still
the water
remembers
when you rested
in it's cold arms.
Million spasms,
cracks in the dream
when you shot at the heart
of the crystal reflections.
Feel so much like home there. Home, meaning the place where your heart can easily rest and smile.
a feeling controversially very different to the one that my literal home, Cyprus often evokes in me.
Tonight I met up with some lovely people and passionate artists.
along with reading and chatting we played. In the game in which each of us was given a swan's feather and the only direction we had was to as write something descriptive about the feather.
Walking alongside imagination I wrote the above:
Oh, thats the fairy that appeared while i was trying to write...:)
she came very handy.
Swan's feathers
The air runs
through your soft
white legs
and your shiver.
The water sings
wavy melodies
upon your royal pathways.
Your basis, transparent,
the higher it gets
the stronger
the opaque smell becomes.
While falling
I saw you transforming
into a dove-fairy
whose dance
colored red
the icy surface.
You dived in
But still, still
the water
remembers
when you rested
in it's cold arms.
Million spasms,
cracks in the dream
when you shot at the heart
of the crystal reflections.
Katerina
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