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| DrMajolica |
on Sun 14 Feb 10, 2:07 AM to DrMajolica's blog.
I drove past the watermeadow where the bypass dips down, and saw a swan. I looked again, and it wasnt a swan, it was a dirty white plastic bag inflated by the stiff winter wind.
I saw a picture of sky and sea, and thought how beautiful it was, but when I looked again it was made with strips of cast off rubbish.
I heard a song I liked, but the more I listened, it was discordant and the initially charming passages revealed themselves to be empty and simplistic.
I ate food that seemed to satisy me, but the taste turned sour, and made me retch to expel it.
I rode across the open fens, and smelled flowers, growing by millions in the fields. But next day as I returned, they were ploughed, and all I could smell was the dirt and chemicals.
I touched soft skin and smelled sweet perfumed breath, but when I looked at my fingers, the paint was smeared on them, and the ugly, and the grasping, and the rotten leered back at me.
Then I saw you, and saw honest beauty, purity of desire, sweet unperfumed skin, music in your laugh... I was nourished, and when I drank, was satisified x
You are my field of flowers.
