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May 25, 2009
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Life 1...
Sun beating down on our bare bodies,
making them burn, burn, burn.
Bare foot runners.
Hitch hikers in shorts.
Forward, backwards, going slow.
Ghosts.
The atmosphere a strong cool wind, blowing in your face,
the tall white sails.
Amateur photographers they don't even know how to use an instamatic.
People writing about the universe, creating obstacles in their path.
Concrete, grey, ugly, faceless buildings.
Voices disappearing with innovated sounds, a muted recording.
Graphic poetry - wall posters.
Colours to the sounds,
do they match.
Words and notions on the go.
Limestone rock formation along the edge.
Railway journeying south,
an experience in life...
making them burn, burn, burn.
Bare foot runners.
Hitch hikers in shorts.
Forward, backwards, going slow.
Ghosts.
The atmosphere a strong cool wind, blowing in your face,
the tall white sails.
Amateur photographers they don't even know how to use an instamatic.
People writing about the universe, creating obstacles in their path.
Concrete, grey, ugly, faceless buildings.
Voices disappearing with innovated sounds, a muted recording.
Graphic poetry - wall posters.
Colours to the sounds,
do they match.
Words and notions on the go.
Limestone rock formation along the edge.
Railway journeying south,
an experience in life...
— Fleur MacDonald, May 25, 2009
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Critiques
PRB
17 years ago
Vivid.
Fleur MacDonald
17 years ago
Love that word Vivid
Craig Norris
17 years ago
let me guess
Fleur MacDonald
17 years ago
My journey south
Craig Norris
17 years ago
Rocky to Brisbane
Fleur MacDonald
17 years ago
Great subject
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