skip to main | skip to sidebar

Hunting Lions

Poetry for your heart not for your head.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Clay Illusions


pointing spit rolling your tongue
lifting grounded sparks
misfits gaining knowledge
etching the body on fire
clay sculptures twisted
in the illusion of concentration

Posted via email from Hunting Lions

Posted by huntinglions at 10:38 PM

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ►  2013 (2)
    • ►  July (2)
  • ►  2011 (1)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ►  2010 (21)
    • ►  October (5)
    • ►  September (2)
    • ►  April (2)
    • ►  March (2)
    • ►  February (5)
    • ►  January (5)
  • ▼  2009 (291)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (12)
    • ►  October (5)
    • ►  September (14)
    • ►  August (23)
    • ►  July (47)
    • ►  June (34)
    • ►  May (29)
    • ▼  April (24)
      • Muse
      • Body of Earth
      • Medusa
      • Poppies
      • Sinking Tanker
      • Babies with Ice Cream
      • Clay Illusions
      • Voodoo
      • Flowing Echo
      • Fast Fruit
      • Little Toes
      • The Clock
      • Soft Places
      • Small Bird
      • Jim Morrison
      • Restless Leg Syndrome
      • Mac out
      • Toast
      • Cold circles in the rain
      • The Mines
      • Tenacity
      • Rebirth
      • The Ant
      • The Gypsy Rojo, Descending
    • ►  March (28)
    • ►  February (32)
    • ►  January (40)
  • ►  2008 (11)
    • ►  December (5)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  July (5)
  • ►  2005 (24)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  August (2)
    • ►  June (4)
    • ►  May (3)
    • ►  April (6)
    • ►  March (7)

About Me

My photo
huntinglions
View my complete profile