I land on my feet
5-6 September 2016
Riddle me
Bullets of the fall
Showering
Innocents
Rows of blue begonias drenched
In carmine water
Ex-spleen me
Meaningless phrases
Connecting
The white dots
On whiteboard chalk erases
The sight of the light
Think of me
As a little cat
The Nine Lives
All Times’ Fleet
Throw me from the highest heights
I land on my feet
Reading of the poem:
Army of Me – Björk
Visceral as always and full of stunning imagery
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Thank you Melinda!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I land on my feet -Really gives so much confidence to face life.Fantastic Geetha.
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Thank you Shanti!
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For years after, when a toddler, my mother dropped me from the top of the stairs, I dreamed of a flying descent and a landing on my feet – which in fact I did
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Wow, that sounds fantastic in all senses of the word 😀
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Great poem.
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Thank you
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nice one.. safe landing..chees
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Thanks and cheers
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My pleasure….and cheers
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