it is too early September 5, 2012 / joanna for sad winter metaphors. september holds a hard enough leaving in her crumpled fist: dry and caustic and eager to flame. like tracing flowers in bleach, like soaking cattails in gasoline. share this with your world:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
11 thoughts on “it is too early”
Thank you. This brought me up from a dark place … feeling, smelling, seeing…really needed 🙂
happy my words were able to help in the tiniest bit, Eva. 🙂 hugs!
Nice write, Joanna.
wow….cattails in gasoline and flowers in bleach….vivid and intense in your close…tight imagery in the crumpled up fist too…
thanks, b. strangely, i took some of those images from my analytics– they were phrases searched to get to my site here, though i had never remembered using them. so i thought i would. smiles.
great imagry in a short yet punchy little gem .
*bows slightly* thanks, Jacquie.
Thank you! Don’t let autumn pass by too quickly! It’s the most nuanced (and my favorite) season. Beautiful, fierce writing here. – Moskowitz
thanks for the wise words, dear Mosk. it’s my favorite time of year as well. 🙂
Lovely stuff, the crumpled fist perfect imagery.