Sometimes there are no words
and too many words.
No feelings
and too many feelings.
Swept and buffeted, helpless in a storm
that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere
on the hollow wind which holds, which holds that soul
wounded and tangled in debris.
Bird feather, driftwood.
Broken glass.
About Me
- Karen Elmquist
- I sell antique and vintage textiles, jewelry and clothing. I also make flameworked glass beads and fine silver jewelry, miniature fairy dolls, handmade corsets and various whimsicalities. I have a BFA from the University of Western Ontario, a good eye for the unexpected and a delight in the absurd!
3 comments:
Writing more blues songs? Fun!
Pffftthhhthhh!!!! HAHA! Thank goodness it's almost February, which is so much more cheerful!
Shall I come over and tell you of my adventures in the Bahamas last weekend?
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