Porcine Wings and Flower Skulls 03 Monday Dec 2012 Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Poetry ≈ 9 Comments TagsAbstract Photography, Drear, Night, Night Photography, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts Door swinging in wind Waiting for the midnight train- Possum waddles by In street-puddles swims the moon Water oily black Wandering in rain-sloshed thought Roads brushed in silence In the grimy windowpane- Fog and memory Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Wonderful write and photos!
Oh grand, grand, thank you so much! I highly appreciate your drizzling by! Many smiling Cheers to you,
Autumn Jade
Ee , lass , the be a true wordsmith , that thee is , right enough. Thees , pitchers be of the finest kind. I thank thee lass.
Oh thank you so much Mr. Ken D. Williams! Cheers,
Autty Jade
Beautiful beautiful beautiful…….
Thank you very much!! Appreciate your sluicing by- too many cheers to count,
Autumn Jade
“In street-puddles swims the moon.” I love that line, especially. Thanks for visiting me. 🙂
Impossible not to visit, always a pleasure! Ah ha! That is my favourite line too. And it really was. I love those noir-nights. Thank you very much for gamboling by!! Cheers,
Autumn Jade
I need to know how to “follow” you. I only see your link when you visit me. 😦