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| Head in the clouds |
Half thinking, half writing, half dreaming, can there be three halves at the same time? The haves and have nots, half laughing at half jokes about haves and half knots that tie us up in tangles. I am sitting here with my head in the clouds, wondering... wandering... wordplaying and not saying but playing with words and meaning... I was only two years old when Sylvia Plath wrote the 'Soliloquay of the Solipsist',
I?
I walk alone;
The Midnight street
Spins itself under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high...
Scotland's theme for National Poetry day is 'Water' and today I listened to this - Rivers Run:
I?
I walk alone;
The Midnight street
Spins itself under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high...
Scotland's theme for National Poetry day is 'Water' and today I listened to this - Rivers Run:
