At bedtime
Jessie's mother read to her about
the 10,000 year old fairies that
lived secretly
in the hills and the clouds
and lit the way
for all the lost animals
A long time later
Jessie's mother told her that it wasn't real
But she didn't understand
She could still see them outside her window
every night
The night is over
but we haven't fallen in love
The sun is sprinkling
a little
more ~~magic than usual over the
dripplygrassGoodMorning!
bread, orange juice, kettle's ready
and you're going away
to wherever it is you go
bye! bye.
kthunk.
I'll just be standing in the hall, then
Thoughts of a Dying Analyst by pachunka, literature
Literature
Thoughts of a Dying Analyst
Low resolution language, high resolution brains.
High resolution bandits, low resolution trains.
New years' resolution coffee, no-resolution stains.
Low dissolution sugarbottom, very high voltage mains.
I wish I had time to catch all the raindrops
One of them might be a pearl
But if it was, somebody might get a sore
pop in the head
And that would be on the news
The little news
When I was 30 (and a half! ) I wrote journal for DA that I never published. Half its purpose was to showcase an experimental new design for journals - it needed more work, and the the prototype was never finished - and the journal never-published. Today my deviantART/DeviantArt account enters its third decade of being online, and it seems like a nice day to finally let it run amok. :j Here it is: https://goji.link/creativity/ :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :above: :heart: & :tea: