| The Poetry of Richard Sansom Published by The British Sansom Society | |
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| Connections * Rocks have always been beautiful especially the rocks when you managed to break them and inside there were layers of blue valleys and star webs. * * But there were those that had been thrown at you and they were cursed but even those after resting under the hedge row for several days and got coated with time they became different and yours and beautiful too even the ones that had been thrown at you. * * * Imagine having a three billion year old rock thrown at your head all the connections and strange metaphors that can grow out of that event. They have to be stranger than black holes and quasars and make a new meaning out of the Big Bang. * * * * How about the Little Bang when it hits you on the cheek or in the eye and the person who threw it gets afraid and runs home and hides under the bed and you don't see them for a few days and by then the mothers have talked? | |
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