"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Magpie Tales #238 Searching

Image provided by Tess Kincaid 
of Magpie Tales

I am searching from stone to bone
To bone I am iced to the stone 
To the stone so sleak and far beyond
Far beyond as I seek my illusive key
My illusive key to life and oh so much more 
So much more and more and more.....always
Always searching for more and more.....
and oh so many thanks to 
Tess Kincaid oh my goodness!
Where would we be???? 
Here's more: Magpie Tales
Have a fabulous day! Ta Dah!


Sandee said...

That's been me.

Have a fabulous day. :)

messymimi said...

Yes, i've felt that intense expression on my face before, too.

Stafford Ray said...

Whatever you are on, I want some. :-)

Stephen Hayes said...

This works nicely because you don't really give away what she's searching for, specifically.

kaykuala said...

So much to search for and so much to discover! Nicely Kathe!


Karen S. said...

I'm so grooving along with your prose.

Kutamun said...

Theres something incredibly poignant about this ..

cifar shayar said...

very creative take, I like the rhythm in it

Wheel of Life

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I love your poem..the images are vivid.

The Blog of Bee said...

I get the feeling she is searching. You're right.

~T~ said...

But it's so hard to find anything in the water. She should have some hot cocoa and wait for the tide to go out!