June 12, 2012

evolute

So far away from ourselves
All plastic wrapped
And Painted red
We're still pushing away
The sounds of birds
Quiet

6 comments:

marousia said...

Lovely juxtapositions :)

Pam Rosep said...

This is so well penned, I like the originality of this. Very nice. Pam
http://swansongsandprose.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/gust-of-heather.html

Brian Miller said...

the first two lines are great....we try to insulate ourselves for sure...tight little write overall...

colleen said...

Winding up a gilded nightingale while the real one flies away.

Old Ollie said...

feels like morning - very cool.

chris said...

Short and full of truth.