microscopic muses

When the sky calls you

When time stops still

Remember how to breathe

your touch too much a reminder of which doors I closed

“ Ink runs from the corner
of my mouth
There is no happiness
like mine
I have been eating Poetry”

~ Mark Strand 1934-2014

All words accompanying pictures

(taken with a mobile phone

and sometimes enhanced)

my own

Unless otherwise stated

Musings of memories

becoming the promises

of Poems

Hidden between

inked inklings

of written words

and

snap shots

of time;

bound in a blog

~ SarahA