April 23 by Susan Cowger 3 Comments She pulled on dirty socks in solidarity with the disciples, who anticipated Monday. Stiff, dry and salty. Fishing again. Threading needles. Darning holes. *
Craig and Bethany says April 25, 2011 at 3:56 pm And LOVE the picture. All that power and weight just waiting to break. I think that instead of evoking the poem, it enlarges it. Reply
Pig Woman says April 24, 2011 at 5:43 pm Why makes perfect sense to your seesta. haha Ocean–back to the salt water, fishng, repairing nets. Can you imagine how they felt? LOVE this poem, Seesta! Reply
Tom says April 24, 2011 at 3:02 pm If the picture evokes the poem, I just don't quite get it… Must be some hidden meaning in the surf. Reply
And LOVE the picture. All that power and weight just waiting to break. I think that instead of evoking the poem, it enlarges it.
Why makes perfect sense to your seesta. haha Ocean–back to the salt water, fishng, repairing nets. Can you imagine how they felt? LOVE this poem, Seesta!
If the picture evokes the poem, I just don't quite get it… Must be some hidden meaning in the surf.