To build a collage centre:
Purple embraced downy dawn
Releases nights sponge of frost.
Spinning, unquenchable, sun spreads.
Golden green energy spreading.
Life giving bond splitting answers.
Fleet whistling wind fury.
Mottled sky curdled gray.
Lashing of rain. Silent.
Birds second chorus false dawn.
Dripping green golden sun light.
Until the afternoon swung round,
Now round and hail stone ice spreading,
Blanching and endangering all.
Vast, rapid state tumbles
Paint formless landscapes.
Ever changing silence.
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Weather Poem
Some do not like poems with rapid changes of tone and scene. This is an attempt to show that rapid kaleidoscopic shifting appearance is in fact an accurate shadow of reality.
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