i watch the lightbulb swing;
strange how a naked bulb
can look so unprotected
and fragile
without its usual adornments
of shade or fitting.
forlorn and misplaced as if,
although it has always been there,
it doesn't really belong dangling from a wire
like the unwanted
offspring, still tied to the umbilical cord,
of a plain ceiling.
words by cocaine jesus
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Friday, September 01, 2006
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6 comments:
The images are beautiful but this feels stark and sad in the extreme, CJ.
what an absolutely beautiful post!
russell>>>sorry.
inky>>>thanks.
Puts me in mind of my college library: The stacks were close together and high enough to need a ladder to reach the top shelf. One lone bulb hung between two rows from high above on it's wire to barely light the titles. Beautiful scent from the old engineering texts, and beautiful aged pages.
The books are now in spacious places fit for this century and only the smell remains; if you smell close enough.
Thanks for the memories.
goatman>>>glad you got something positive out of my words.
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