a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Monday, 3 August 2009
Sun in Flowers
The day has broken as a vase; Its flowers strewn across the sky, Lingering as fire burns away the dark - A blaze of colour that was born only to die.
I realise this is a mixed metaphor, but what the heck!