360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and twenty four degrees: ‘when nobody’s there…’

Delicate ~ Damien Rice

two hundred and twenty four

I would, submit. A bower, filled. With lilies. Languid, pure. Pale liquid, light. Like fresh cut, snow. Laid, late afternoon. Beneath, the boughs. Of an ancient, oak. In offering.

Open, untouched. Throat poised, but bare. In silent, song.

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With the words you’ve borrowed…

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6 comments on “two hundred and twenty four degrees: ‘when nobody’s there…’

  1. seanbidd
    May 15, 2013

    From candle flame caught, teased upon an evening’s wind–>Pale like watered silk in a daylights whispering breeze–>Sharing in both climb, the song, the story…

    • circulartree
      May 15, 2013

      a tightrope wire of flame… against a backdrop of the setting sun

  2. fredhatman
    May 15, 2013

    How your imagery and words intertwine beautifully… thank you.

    • circulartree
      May 15, 2013

      Thank you Fred! Music is the blood that beats my heart… lots of love, Bx

  3. longbull13
    May 17, 2013

    Beautiful Arum 😉

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