Some people leave this world, the feast, like leaving a table with a little bit of Crème Chantilly on the corner of their lips and a content smile on their faces...
Some leave this world, with sweat and dirt on like angry gladiators in an arena or like burning horses in a racetrack...
And some leave here like pulling their resting legs out of a cool river, like dropping a silk nightgown slowly down from their shoulders to the floor, like blowing a small white feather from their palms back into the air...
5 comments:
creme chantilly, burning horses, small white feathers...yr imagery is undeniable. fine, fine work.
Brilliant and beautiful, three complete changes of tone using the power of language to evoke mysteries.
Jason & Paul ! Yaaayyyy, you made my day:) Thank you.
i guess my preference would be the third one, leaving the world so easy like getting rid of border of right here we live and without any fear...
Hey sista!
Post a Comment