Monday, 10 September 2007

So she said: Solace

Serose. Songbird. Soothful sense. Rebreathe. Think out centuries of restless sleep. To sooth. To lose. To choose to lose. To choose youthful release. To choose songful heartbeat.

Sepose. Soulsong. Sensual unseen.

3 comments:

miles away said...

these little pitters and patters of letters and words are a very nice way of falling over and being pulled in to a world where rhythm and form mean more than meaning....

someone halfway said...

Thank you for indulging me, absolutely miles away. And falling over is a regular activity of mine, too, on Sundays, Tuesdays and every second public holiday.

Anonymous said...

I like the words you write