Fruit For Thought…
James Peale – “Porcelien Bowl With Fruit“
“Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.”
James Peale – “Porcelien Bowl With Fruit“
“Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.”
Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away
Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long
Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear
The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown
Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand
Come out come out
Wherever you are
don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then Angels will appear
Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle
I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday
Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear
Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow
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I wait
the thunder of a beast
who once bled my soul
crawls up my spiraling spine
threatens to unfurl my mind
once again
I wait
the silence shrouds my heart
I am not obscured, but saved
intricate murmurs of
miasmic hope shiver through
once again
I wait
the earth revolves
over my carcass backwards
in time – the world stares
at this fetus in the sand
and lifts me from starvation
once again
I wait
wondering who this
silken skin belongs to
what this gracious curve of
breast might mean
how my essence
fell into being
once again
once again
I wait for a world
to erupt under my feet
enrapture me in its arms
and spit me out
alone
with my
destiny
Photograph & Poem by Anne Norda
January 11, © 2010