cheated by inspiration

The content's the same, the colour, ever different.


Some flowers from my neighbour's porch.


She knows the names but of course I've forgotten them already.


Sometimes you just never know where bob is going to turn up.


Have a close look at this tree, the entire trunk is covered with little small branches everywhere, it is really old.


language written in script not literally decipherable, by a pen, it doesn't move like the flow of a feather, stream ridden to another, other place, rather than return in cyclic fashion // weather monitors water as the medium of expression most easily understood


pure as sunlight kept tended by vigilance
explained vision as repeating pattern
verified through humour

spontaneous moment of empty
spurred by words
drifting away concentration
a light enlightens
the bottom of a coffee cup
becomes flower face expression
cheated by inspiration