Didn't get through first time:
Flowers exert pressure on the breeze
the air is wheezy, a strange grain.
The way skin disturbs movements of sweat
but the windís honest, a tempered sign.
Low sweet singing around gardenias
ends of edges oscillating in waves.
Hear the smoky breath of daily nostalgia
dreamt in Australian ways.
On 26/09/2012, at 8:20 PM, Patrick McManus wrote:
> So wake up call sleepy heads
> here you all are blathering, whimpering ,simpering on about all sorts of
> toady boring dead old poetry stuff!!
> but where is the reality the magic that of pen to paper??----- the SNAPS
> PROJECT NEEDS YOU!!
> Even David B or Finns or Ozzers even Americans, Canadians !!
> Patric k Snapper
> Ps I can't do this on my own (or can I?-yes! no problem