A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

Dahlings! You really must stop a second. Here... have something to drink.

 

*mimes pouring some tea and sits back to sip from an invisible cup*

 

I'm so glad you stopped to enjoy this fantASTic tea. Mines lemon-y. Yours? Mmmmm. Good choice.

 

I asked you to stop because it's Friday. If you've been around my webjournal any length of time, you know I do a Creativity Exchange with TheRacket on Fridays. It's laid back, we're laid back- the art and words get intense on their own, we certainly don't need to add to it. But our exchanges aren't all doom-and-gloom-intense, they can be joyous-intense, fun-intense and awesome-intense. (On your way out, apply for your own personalized -intense plate!)

 

To see what I mean about fun-intense, see one half of this week's Exchange over at TheRacket's webpage.

 

See below for the other half of CE:

 

(Words by TheRacket, Image by Nomad. Link for larger image.)

 

The full poem can be found here (to be corrected in the work later tonight) fixed :

 

[scissorholes for peekaboos]

pull your thinking cap
down over your face
like a paper bag mask

with scissorholes for
peekaboos and airflow
the better to breathe

you with, dear oxygen,
to inhale the ghostly
wisps of unseen ideas

your breath like fingers
plucking conceptions like
ethereal raspberries

fresh from their tangled
vines and lobbing them
between your open teeth 

 

Suggested tags: "tea is good" (I couldn't agree more), "cup of tea" (alright already, one reference to tea and you drown me with tea tags), "koalas drink tea" (I said enough- wait, koalas? Drink tea? Hot damn!), "stopped" (ok).