Days follow each other in the chaotic light of the baffled seasons
in the concentric circles of the astonished canal
to have seen centuries passing without tiring
(but too much rubbish in the canal bed)
days come and go
Days follow each other in the chaotic light of the baffled seasons
in the concentric circles of the astonished canal
to have seen centuries passing without tiring
(but too much rubbish in the canal bed)
Oh I like the poem and being pulled up by the rubbish. And the green-ness of the photograph is very appealing.
I am you like it. There is something about Wales… bad weather suits the place.
Excellent line in parenthesis
I am glad you like it Derrick