I belong with the fishes In the cold deep down under Where my passion is stirred By the riot of colors In an undulating sea Where I am the outlander In supplication to Poseidon’s Cerulean domain Where my body is weightless My voice silent And heartbeat strong
Piquant petals Pierced through an ardent needle Thrust into heavens
I love the dichotomy between these two wondrous expressions of art. The cold straight steel of the Seattle Space Needle in comparison to the fragile fluid glass of Chihuly. Both are magnificent landmarks in their own rights.
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #193: Spicy and #194: Towers