Threshed Light
Threshed light from which
A city builds time in between
A thousand fallow fields-
While millions grow ground
Before infinity comes closer.
Lillian Susan Thomas
very ethereal, I esp. like the way you have woven asonance and consonance into the lines to add more depth.
very ethereal, I esp. like the way you have woven asonance and consonance into the lines to add more depth.
yelena
Hints of Arthur Clarke and his galactic cities under the stars...Infinity is closer, indeed:)
Hints of Arthur Clarke and his galactic cities under the stars...Infinity is closer, indeed:)
Bob Blackwell
Perhaps we should all grow closer to nature, there is more beauty there.
Perhaps we should all grow closer to nature, there is more beauty there.
Very deep and penetrating. My first thought reading this was about this earth upon which we survive, but my second thought was to apply this to outer space where we think we might one day need to go to survive. In space we find the light which must be threshed and so many thousands of miles empty so we must first build the ground upon which our city will be established. A race against time.