Friday, July 11, 2008


Suspended twixt the magic and mundane
I hang upon articulated lines
while music courses through each rhythmic vein
like whispers through the undulating pines
that carry far beyond the chosen plain
to help compose fantastical designs
discernable to any that will choose
to listen with the ears we seldom use.


Shirley said...

Herd! I think.

ozymandiaz said...

there is something to be said for what we hear while we are here
whilst never hearing
and not being here

i think

Stacey said...

Hi Bob,
I hear you ;-D

Hope your well :-)

rch said...

Hey Shirl :D

Hi ozzy, all I can say is hear hear!

Hi Stacey, thanks for listening!