An image and poem too …
Signal her home

If a danger strangled the mind,
Of the road of the narrowing kind,
Sweet, sweet suffering,
Ground in the hole,
As the target grows,
As the softening flows,
Flows down by a track of shivering,
Down a way of without deliverance,

Someone signal her home,
Someone roll the heart out from the stone,
Can it be, can it be, waiting for, waiting to see,

A waste-line,
A series of discontent,
Drawing a forever picture of sown pretense,
Love like a dial,
Handled on bitter commence,
Save your money,
Save your pence,
Wake the day!
Start the sails!
Floating the wave off nowhere,
Of no place,

Someone signal her home,
Someone roll the heart out from the stone,
Can it be, can it be, waiting for, waiting to see

© Copyright Gavin Lyons 2010

Feel free to comment, scream with excitement, bewilderment or equally both.

Image was taken when Neil McShane moved out of the way, finally, on the 21st of Feb. 2010.  By the way Neil’s blog of equally revealing B&W photographic pieces can be achieved by clicking www.blackandwhite.ie (This what happen when I eat the strange curry the next day!)

Enjoy!

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March 22, 2010

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