it strikes me particular,
_your silent eyes captive cycles,
neptune and saturn's claws
_catching traces irridescent--
green to blue sketching light,
_the emerald wings breathing,
the cut and stitch locked in hum
_just so that the ice melts and
the light scatters in all directions
_like butter flies in august heat.
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to be read semi-chronologically.
What's That?
- Drook
- This blog of poetry was concieved to hasten the behavior of different text associated images to morph organically into the animals that words make of them through multiple poems. whew.
Relative Minerals
- The Chinese Room - Wikipedia Link
- somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond - cummings
- Batter My Heart - Donne
- Adrenaline Mother - Brautigan
- Death Is A Beautiful Car Parked Only - Brautigan
- The Conference of Birds
- Some Sappho For The People
- The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster - Brautigan
- Señor C
- NPR Whales & Volcanoes: Dan O'Connor
2 comments:
drook, i haven't written anything in eons.
my eyes
the cycle of cketching blue
the butter light in heat and hum
cut wings breathing silent claws
i have to steel all your eye-deas.
they're here for the sharing;
you know its all in how you use them.
kairos rulez!
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