Native
Where dark angles meet
a choking sky stiffly held
by planks of buildings
The cloud’s eyes open
rainbows landing in a lift
paring open walls
Standing still almost
first spring coat: the immaculate
Polished prism jet
Coiffure of feathers
beak perfect yellow smiling
In the smoky light
Fresh from dust toilet
he regards the oiled steaming
skinny black puddles
Adeptly balanced
on cracked cliffs of concrete rust
an urban nomad
a choking sky stiffly held
by planks of buildings
The cloud’s eyes open
rainbows landing in a lift
paring open walls
Standing still almost
first spring coat: the immaculate
Polished prism jet
Coiffure of feathers
beak perfect yellow smiling
In the smoky light
Fresh from dust toilet
he regards the oiled steaming
skinny black puddles
Adeptly balanced
on cracked cliffs of concrete rust
an urban nomad
posted by Sue hardy-Dawson at 4/20/2006 08:18:00 PM
10 Comments:
Unique as always!
I love the freedom that you paint your words with. So natural, and with such assurance of original rhythms you never fail to delight us.
Thank you!
The bright people stand in shadow a long part of their lifes. They want to live without the regard of the others but they make what they must do for all the people they love ...
Shadows, I want to stay in the shadows ...
Bye,
Take care of yourself.
I like what you are working on here. There isn't a mundane image in any line and the first and sixth triptyches are to die for.
Lovely.
I think your poetry is getting better. Do you think that? Do you feel it's improving?
Wet weather today. I was hoping for another day in the garden.
Hey ho!
sign her up roger. gett that book published. this is sooooooooooo good that it deserves a bigger audience.
I love how all your words are so well balance and measured -- a perfect equilibrium.
Thanks for the comments you left on my blog... you give great feedback.
Images stand out like sculptural reliefs united in a well balanced composition.
Q Neetee, I like to experiment I'm glad you liked it.
Carba, I'm a shadow kind of girl, but occasionally I sneek out incogneto
Russel, you mean to say I did a lethal triptyche
Roger, thank-you that means such a lot to me, as for me I think I usually think I've improved when I start hating all my other stuff and re-writing it, which is most of the time, with almost everything I've ever written or drawn.
CJ Roger has, he's put me in his book the 'Secret Life of Pants'
Eating poetry thank-you I'll drop by soon
Natalia, thanks for dropping by, you write some beautiful poetry, I tried to comment but the blogogiste was playing up and it wouldn't let me
Where dark angles meet
a choking sky stiffly held
by planks of buildings
Damn.
I am blown away by the impressionistic visuals and cadence of your poem. It's like seeing a painting spring to life, vivid and grimey and palpable. Your pastel and canvas are your words and your soul.
Really. Exquisitely done. :)
Castor thank-you, it's funny how nature adapts its self to the strange living conditions of man
Blue R how did you know my favourite medium was pastels?
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