finding meanings...

31 October 2017 12:00 AM

The rusty nail that hasn't been used connects me to you, to the earth, to those who have passed on, swing the hammer up, hitting the forge, anvil, molding the new shape, embrace that nail, let's hold hands, breathe deep, I found a rusty nail under my cot this morning, where it came from I haven't the slightest idea, but the symbolic innuendos of an unused rusty nail, speaks volumes, opening the door the novice swept into the room, her head bowed as she bends her knee down on the cushion placing her hands on the cushioned railing, she begins to chant, speaking for mercy in a tongue she does not know, there is a light coming in through the stain glassed windows chandeliers made FLAT, catching the light and transforming it into a new possibility, the path up the hill has been cleaned and the grass cut, interest, the sky is clear blue, and the effect of the green grass, blue sky, this is too much, too perfect to believe, have you ever seen scenes like that where the colors can't be believed, on the Internet sure no problem, photographic manipulating, but when it is nature which is smiling, eyebrow arched, saying HOWDY-DO, well, you got to take your hat off to it, that's the type of sky today, a perfect blue, very odd when there isn't a spec of cloud in the sky mind you not complain, the sky is a lighter blue now, with a trace of cloud near the edge of the trees, she's put her veil up now, the woman can't been seen too long, needs to keep her secrets, unrevealed.