‘Drama’ Most everything we see becomes theatre A wild sea the ocean’s one-night-only stage Up above, storm clouds dancing to the gale’s orchestration And on the shoreline it don’t need any seating to engage An audience of strangers who never bought a ticket This show, the dark clouds have put it on for free Eyes
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The sky will last forever The clouds are temporary In a 100 years from now What remains will be a poisoned sea Some will call it tragic When the sea puts on its show for free Just rotting fish and plastic A becalmed toxic destiny Idiots and profiteers Sit back and watch it on TV
‘The Last Still Frame at The End of Time’ by Zoolon PROPERTY OF PERU The last piece of A4 paper ever floated by on the wind. It wasn’t long before it landed in the playground that once had swings, a roundabout and a climbing frame. Since the end of time the playground had become just
‘A Scouting Party of Clouds’ – 1 I’d almost forgotten what clouds looked like because of this empty sky heatwave in South East England. So hot for weeks and weeks without a cloud in the sky. The photos taken Tuesday evening of a scouting party of clouds has given me some hope the weather might
‘Magic Glue’ by Zoolon I made quick pen and paper notes while I was in Belgium, hoping I could read back what I wrote. My handwriting is useless. The photo above I took from ground level in a wild garden in a town called Braine Le Chateau. Here’s a few of the random words I
