(i)
in your paintings
you found yellow
tilting on ripple tips.
And among pebbles
where I had only seen
a grey and shattered day
(ii)
outside
Hong Kong glimmers
the traffic of a million bulbs
inside
the tv screen blacks out
somewhere a golf ball lands
but in the dark square
is just the gleam of our reflection
and the parrot in her cage
(iii)
butterfly seed pods
veins like rippled water
this buttered light
Written for Twiglet #256 “Awake Again”
Out of the Cave 
*applause*
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Thank you! 😊
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I could get all dreamy on those beautiful words.
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Many thanks. 😊
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Oooooh, are you in Hong Kong? This is a brilliant collection, by the way.
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Many thanks! Was in HK in 2002 for a few months. 🙂
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I really miss Hong Kong. It’s the most vibrant, chaotic, on the edge place I’ve ever lived. And I miss the wet markets.
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An excellent compilation, Worms.
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Many thanks! ☺
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Always welcome!
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a fertile imagination at work here 🙂
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Thanks, John. 😊
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Beautiful garden even amidst the grays. Love the spacings, like rows.
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Thank you. 😊 So interesting that you call it a garden. I re read it with a different light on in my brain. And.. that’s kind of what the poem was trying (extremely abstractly) to talk about. Turning different lights on.
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