Thursday 4th December.

by Fluffy   Dec 4, 2008


The dots fall,
sepia moments undulate before my
eyes.
Dim, light.
Spherical dreams ascend in
countless ways - the shapes
do not repeat, and the
sheet is left bare. Fast, yellow
movements and the
winter twigs are weak.
A ray of heat in tunnel vision, and
the whistling water breathes
from house tops.
Algae eats the bark,
flicker, flicker...the leaves are sleeping
now. Ripple
on the skylark's wing -
a rare mutation and so it
cannot see the world today.
Tomorrow neither.
Drying asphalt, but it rained
this morning. The puddles are
non-existent, for the floor is smooth now.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    I can see you put thought into this good job 5\5

  • 10 years ago

    by Starlight

    Flow is fabulous, *sigh*, im speechless.

    "the shapes
    do not repeat, and the
    sheet is left bare. Fast, yellow
    movements and the
    winter twigs are weak."

    Great, great great, much better 5/5. :]

  • 10 years ago

    by The Prince

    Clear from reading you work, you have a strong way with words. Your language is pretty tamed yet quite complex. I haven't got time to do a proper comment but I loved your wording in this piece. Just thought I'd let you know I'll be looking forward to reading some more material from you.
    This is quite a subjective poem, and I liked how the form complimented the tone you used.

    Great work!

    -Danny