Beyond the crumbles and webs of life...
Ha. So are you talking about the apple with Granny Smith? Perhaps how it mellows as it ripens? the watercolour mystery of our dawn is a cool line. I see this running the gambit from our birth to death.
Ah evidently the coffee had yet to kick in. I will have to pay her a visit then.
I too thought of the apple initially, until I read your explanation. Then it became clearer. A touching tribute to an online kindred soul. Watercolour and dawn do seem to go so well together... there is a mysterious quality to your word choices.
An interesting and beautiful way to respond to the prompt, not expounding on the words but arranging them into something new.
Who would have thought a monkey would have such an effect on a person's life, but I can see the poetry in it.
Granny Smith or Grandma Moses, I love the paradox of not judging others by the color of their skin, or the cut of their jib. Such a beauteous Asian feel, & Zen vibe in this short piece. After scratching my head, the smile sprouts.
Ah... a paradox... a common characteristic of an interesting person ...
Love the first line.
I like the watercolor mystery of our dawn, too. I'm working with that medium now and you never know what it's going to do.
This is a palate of sensory deliciousness. Thank you for sharing!
Dawn of APPLES.. eyes of WILD..feathered EXISTENCE runs HIGHLOW..Snakes do crawl without worry..humans clothed in skin of life..wHere all shed fears and live alive.. sweet appleof life never tastes sosweet in oracleof gray eyesin ETERNAL SPIRITflesh or old..:)
Love the magic in that first line.
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