Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

They met
like strangers on a bus
traveling to a town
of no names
sunflower dreams.
They met
like they parted,
alone and looking
for each other
in the corner
of their
where a tear hid from the world.
A tear only the other
could taste.


cocaine jesus said...

bitter sweet sad.

Russell Ragsdale said...

That tear is fabulous!

goldfluke said...


blow said...

thank u :)

Luv Kalla said...


Piercing The Veil said...

nice to poetically describe unusual encounters we have in life ... sometimes leaving us happines or an air of mlanchony

good eve