ancient wisteria vine
laces through trees
still waking
from winter's sleep
binds the dead up
with the living
but this cold sailor heart
is still
out of place and time
an anachronistic device
running down the clock
running all these nowhere roads
keeping the wheels hot
until my ship comes back in
"God blessed me, I'm a free man
With no place free to go..."
Cheers, David )
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4C9i8E05bgI&pp=ygUNa2luZ3Mgb2YgbGVvbg
"binds the dead up with the living"
I like the image of that in the vine...the connection whether desired or not, whether supported or not is there and cannot be severed.
We're all running to stand still in this place.
Great imaginative ideas Landi.
David
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David RL Moore
Thu 3rd Apr 2025 14:45
Therein lies the problem of our days xxx
David RL Moore