“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Left field of vision
It is in the lower left quadrant
between six and nine
there is nothing to see...
There are some occurrences
that demand no specific attention
ceramic crackles
just as our fault lines do
blur, widen and fall.
Most people fill in the blank spaces-
I always assume half empty is totally open
(this leaves room for more)...
Image Photo by CEphoto, Uwe Aranas [CC BY-SA 3.0 or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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