a handful of stones

Tuesday, 21 July 2009

I am drunk in a strange city. Somehow,
I walk on bumpy old streets
without stumbling. They're not cobblestones,
you say, they're clouds.

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Carolee Sherwood
Carolee Sherwood

12 comments:

Red Bird said...: Oh, gosh... love, love, love this.
Well done, Carolee.
:); 21 July 2009 15:57
caroleesherwood said...: thanks, red bird! and thanks, fiona, for publishing it!; 21 July 2009 18:35
Michelle said...: Gorgeously evocative, Red.; 21 July 2009 20:46
...deb said...: Terrific; so surprising!; 22 July 2009 00:23
Shaylen Maxwell said...: Wow this is beautiful. : ); 22 July 2009 04:57
*shimmer* said...: this is the best! nice work! =); 22 July 2009 09:08
Jo said...: Fabulous!; 22 July 2009 11:27
jem said...: This is fun. It made me think of a modern Oscar Wilde. Nice one!; 22 July 2009 12:42
caroleesherwood said...: thank you!; 22 July 2009 13:12
Rethabile said...: Wow, C.; 23 July 2009 09:25
Asili the Journal said...: This is a wonderful poem. i can feel the bumby contours of the clouds thru' my heavy shoes against the hollows of my feet.; 27 July 2009 03:53
christine said...: The way we react to our world... . Whimsical. You have the eyes of a child, an excellent trait in my book.; 29 July 2009 14:16