michael oliver

(13-4-1948 / swansea)

Celadon


Musing on the remains
Some sweet yellow crumbs
A drunk cappuccino clinging
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  • Kee Thampi (10/26/2011 4:04:00 AM)

    a swamp of love
    Levitating from the shelves
    The air is questioned
    Should you mould us?
    Should we mould you?
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  • David Beckham (10/23/2011 2:45:00 PM)

    To give life to lifeless things; to ponder the question, 'should you mould us, should we mould you' if indeed I frooze tyme at that instant and looked in retrospect as I have evolved, definitely some acts of life I'd rather have remoulded! This is a sort of poem that heelps you peer deep into the very makings of who and what we are! Are we just some fancy clay, life breath into and blasted by 'sun' to shine, or are we more than just objects on the shelves, whose calling on earth is defined by the rigours of what forms us to be. THanks for this great write. keep on writting.10/10 (Report) Reply

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