Sighs of an elephant

By Parson Thru

Thu, 29 Nov 2012

6 comments

I am your life
You are my reflection
We stand before the ravenous dawn

I am the pylon
You are the river
We own this day on the whim of gods

I am the lost
To your possibility
Washed from your banks by the rising flood

I am the end
You bear the beginnings
Spilled from your womb bloodied and blue

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Thu, 2012-11-29 13:21

Recycled from used car tyres. Retread Caerphilly.

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Thu, 2012-11-29 18:37

I like elephant sighs- they are majestic. Nice one PT ;)Pia

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Thu, 2012-11-29 19:28

Thank you, Pia. All Dalmatians gravely excepted. x

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-11-29 20:08

I agree with, Pia, PT. A hundred and one dalmations, I assume;-) Tina

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Thu, 2012-11-29 21:32

Thank you, Tina. Very much obliged. Everything's hard work at the minute. 101 is the target. Just enough for a nice winter coat. :-)

Parson Thru

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Fri, 2012-11-30 03:28

Not sure whether I've improved it or wrecked it, or whether it was beyond saving.

Parson Thru