Sunshine
Fried eggs
On a Friday
Looking
For a bright spot
In which
To hang
My hat
The dirt
An oasis
Of truth
It stains
And leaves
Purity
Hinging
On a prayer
The Hanes tee
Tie dyed
With red clay
And cut grass
With a smattering
Of ripe tomatoes
To make
A colorful explosion
Such fantastic and creative imagery. Wow!
ReplyDeleteFun word image of the Hanes tee!
ReplyDeleteOh the vivid pictures you manage to paint with your words my friend! Hope you are doing well and feeling good dear Regine <3
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteI'd say that's a pretty bright spot to me!
ReplyDeleteYou are painting with words :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
Sunshine and fried eggs, Yep! That'll do, beautiful words as always, Regine. Hugs x
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like home grown tomatoes, is there? Sometimes I just like to eat them plain with a little salt. Fried eggs are delicious. I think that is my favorite kind of egg. : ) I can just picture your moments, you tell them so vividly.
ReplyDelete~Sheri