Net me blud?

"Joy is a net of Love by which you can catch souls"

Mother Teresa

branch

2nd hand
feel the life
the flow of attachment
pauses
thumbprints
bare
folded corners
marker (travel card, flyer, business card)
shadow of hands
tears
wrinkles
crinkles
creases
tears
scents
dust
hair
nails
holes
scratches
dents
blotches
lumps of wood
paper cuts
sound
sound
scratches of pen
flicker of pages
drop of book
reflection of light
tear
bend of spine
spine
wind
turning over a new leaf
turning over a new leaf
(spring leaf)
this is only the beginning
close of
open of
fingers rub against
pen drop
bleeed

[macro]

home/man

run hands flat down walls
and rub off the paint
push fists through bricks
and let in the light
kiss the coolness warm with red lips
scratch the surface and collect splinters under nails
lay against and be lifted by flatness
press back into edges and sharpen the muscles

say "knock knock" and hear the echo

pen lines
pen lives
just for the sound
artistic

in every single sea
there's a hole