Saturday, March 27, 2010

Golden


They sit in smoke-filled crannies,
or sigh in sterile labs
Intensely seeking miracles
Eyes sting
Heads ache
For only
Hints and hopes...

Outside, I spread my wings of gold
Metamorphosis
Organic Alchemy

7 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful response to "Alchemy" Great picture and an awesome poem. "wings of gold metamorphosis". nice work.... you aroused my mind.

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  2. What a beautiful picture your words paint ( and the photo is lovely too) - great take on the prompt!

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  3. Organic Alchemy! What a great idea and poem!

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  4. Great contrast: men wasting their lives for gold, where gold abounds outside their window, that sounds familiar.

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  5. I like the photo and the poem very much :)

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  6. a beautiful poem of life renewed....preoccuped and distracted we can miss so much...if only for an open window to see....

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