Background music; a friend in a quiet house.
Home alone. Spinning through empty rooms,
heart jumping, feet skipping in aloneness freedom,
This is showtime this is showtime this is showtime.
Meaningless words, nothingness joy,
reflection on glass picked up and spun round,
fly back that hair, flick at an absent audience,
Lights camera action action action.
Raising a song for appreciation; full notes,
shimmy away the hours, enthusiastic round of applause,
beauty in steps. Engine, voices, front door lock key,
Take a bow take a bow take a bow.
About Me
- Blue Bird
- Isn't this what the blogging's for..? I write. I draw. I listen to music... alot. I have an obsession with the colour blue and any type of glass. If Orion or Cassiopeia or The Plough or the Seven Sisters were visible in the night sky I could point them out to you, and probably would, but I couldn't tell you if Jupiter was that bright star on the horizon or if Venus can only be seen in the morning, however much I'd like to be able to. My obsessions spread over to photos too - those small physical snapshots of memories to shake and reawaken feelings in your mind. I try recreate that with my writing, but don't often succeed - it's a harder task than it sounds. I find this is partly because I don't write enough... hence the reason I'm here, speaking my thoughts to a distinct lack of reader. It's all good.
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