Strange how a generalized griping sense of dis-ease seems to emanate from discomfort in either a little finger, or more usually the armpit. Only when I pin my upper arms tight to my torso and sit back with forearms pinned behing my lower back does this discomfort ease. Fortunately these phases pass but, at present they too frequently return interfering with my appetite and much other attempted activity.
This morning, after a fulfillment of bed-rest, sat in the living room sipping at a wake-up beverage, I observed the following simple display which I posted as a tweet (line breaks of course omitted) - I've already posted it on 'Mal's Factory' but thought I'd share it here, to show that even in my temporary slumps into a pathetic despondency, it's still wonderful to be a part of this amazing creation:
I see the lavender
transformed
into a fluttering
of butterfly wings.
Large whites
re-emphasize
the colour
of their perching
bloom.
transformed
into a fluttering
of butterfly wings.
Large whites
re-emphasize
the colour
of their perching
bloom.
Malcolm Evison
12 August 2010
1 comment:
A rather haiku-like observation, lovely!
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