Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Nostalgia

paisley bonnets from the trunk
lichen
wind-swept ecstasy

3 comments:

  1. I'm not sure I get it but I like it. So many textures & patterns; such inner and outer movement. Beautiful use of language and imagery.

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  2. Brian, thanks. I must be writing in dreamland this week... :o) I thought the beautiful orange and green leaves at the bus stop looked like paisley... But, a poem that leaves a response is all that matters. It seems to have brought a pleasant feeling. Thank you for your kind comment.

    Can you believe it is November? I want to be a leaf in that wind-blown ecstasy, but in slow motion. :o) ~Kay

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  3. An interesting verb choice.

    "I want to be a leaf in that wind-blown ecstasy, but in slow motion."

    WOW!

    This reminds me of the famous scene of the flying plastic bag (sorry not a leaf) in American Beauty. See the scene at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8_8TJC9E8

    Chen-ou

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