Limbo Days
In all directions the way ahead is curtained
By fronds of doubt and uncertain mist.
Barefoot solo dancing this slow moist limbo,
the air humid with little movement in the warm waters,
a fetid mud of unknowing squeezing between my toes
as flies swarm knowing their prey in this lagoon
green with algae and forgotten dreams.
I need strength, don’t squander energy to shout, scream ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 11:23 am
Reaching for the Spaces in Between
This title has been following me around for years and maybe can settle here for a while. I do have another blog languishing out there (roonvallack@blogspot.com) but have not visited to play for ages. I'm looking forward to being part of this community and posting writing that I enjoy or have written and hopefully spinning into the other blog to post photos and news of Rack and Roon Vallack.
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Saturday 31st May 2014 4:48 pm
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