reblog from http://dashburst.com/what-social-networking-looks-like-in-real-life-comic/
everyday things
endings
And sinks like a blind fish to the bottom of the bathtub.
when you’re talking about a pair of wool
socks
in the dead of winter.
shudder or note,
a single seed:
i am made of earth and my song is made of words.
like
a pair
of scissors.
lost scent
of tea, of jasmine and of dreams,
that scent of wandering spring.
will shed light where once was darkness
shining on plates spread all over the table
like contented flowers.
sacred bowl,
moonlight precise within its halo,
rounded beauty of a diadem.
Ode
Of soap
to take a closer look,
of socks
that she knit with her
systematized:
when i was young
looking like
birds, or
now a worn
sewing box,
by man’s
most ancient hand,
most vital disk,
planet and planetarium:
in your likeness
and image:
of my praise
i want to fill
from flour,
water
put on its warrior suit
and straightbacked, built
your beauty assembled
petal by petal
tomatoes everywhere,
in summer.
oil
is the world’s
pleasure…
EPHEMERAL EMERALD 