[OESY]

I see your point.

.

[JustAmy]

November 20, 2008



Graphic by Billie

Solitude

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence.
In the deeply hollows of solitude,
Is a quivering pulse of convalescence.

In the sheer unconsciousness of the moment,
A tear wells in the rim of eye,
And in the sudden realization of the emotion,
Slips from the cheek into oblivion.

A poem spurs from the heart,
Rhythm breaks its ties with rhyme.
Mind slips into the uniformity, momentarily,
When a moment breaks its ties with time.

Sarvesh Kulkarni

[Lady Jag]

That's the one. It's more like a bowl than a vase.

This wasn't titled where I found it but it sure looks like a Venus Fly Trap to me.