Black rimmed hearts
on a circular drum
above a nest of mud;
once home to fledglings
long flown.
A vinyl Leonard at 33 ½
does his round on the turntable.
I sit quietly, eyes closed,
remembering Suzanna
and unmade beds ~ night time
Lullabies
for an expectant mama.
on a circular drum
above a nest of mud;
once home to fledglings
long flown.
A vinyl Leonard at 33 ½
does his round on the turntable.
I sit quietly, eyes closed,
remembering Suzanna
and unmade beds ~ night time
Lullabies
for an expectant mama.
12th April, 2012
hello helen!! I am so glad you came by mystic vixen because I am enchanted with your site here and look forward to reading through your lovely posts--- and I LOVED the phrase from that eloquent farmer you shared-- it made me howl-- loved it.
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Hi elizabeth....thank you....and I'm so glad you loved Rob's eloquence :~)
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