This spur-of-the-moment-piece, unintentionally
inspired by birds which are not allowed to fly,
makes quite a fine place mat.
Life is profane...
"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow."
(Langston Hughes: Dreams)
6 Kommentare:
Not to mention slipping on the peel.
It has the quality of the famous visual from the Seventh Seal, that banana. Yikes.
Thank you for this beautiful poem, love the message.
I have to admit to not being familiar with the famous Seventh Seal visual (Bergman??), but I took a photo before biting, dismissed it, took a bite, made a new photo - did that make it more or less Seventh Seal, I wonder...??
And you´re very welcome, Elizabeth...
It's death leading people in a dance I was thinking of, over the fields.
My thoughts are less lofty-it make a great nesting place for what looks like a very appealing snack!
Right, lofty thoughts don´t fill one´s stomach - I´d just wish the food could reproduct there (would make more time for lofty thinking...)
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