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Thursday, March 19, 2009

A personal thought, without a season.

antique shop...
in the porridge of my mind
old trinkets

9 comments:

Borut said...

Antics of our mind!?:)

Devika said...

oh, so well said --"porridge of my mind" :)

it could be a very personal thought to you -- but I could well relate with it...even at a distinct personal level :)

wishes,
devika

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

lovely. :)

RBroeker said...

I didn't know, what trinkets are. Found it in my dictionary - and smiled. Very nice.

Best wishes
Ralf

Gillena Cox said...

this one caused me to stumble a bit, i'm still not sure i got it, the metaphor in Line 2, i'm still puzzling over.


much love
gillena

Magyar said...

_Gillena, sometimes, on those rare occasions when I actually think, those -too many- thoughts congeal into sort of a porridge, a stew if you will.
_But then... a few thoughts burst to the foreground, those -trinkets-that make it all worthwhile.
_If I were to explain this posting in one phrase it would be: "Clarity recovered." Tnx Gillena, _m

polona said...

a most intriguing image, and i must thank you for your explanation. it makes things much clearer (perhaps the word "old" in L3 is distracting)

Janice Thomson said...

Love that phrase "porridge of my mind" - seems exactly like that on occasion. I like this.

Tikkis said...

Good comments here!

Antique shops are those places I don't like to visit! Porridge I like every morning! And our house is full of old trinkets, no, mostly old books, many of them unread.

L2 is "my", L1 and L3 "old" and "antique".

Myself, then?