(i)
a fruit bat
orange fox garb with
lightly clasped wings.
in their black hug
the emptiness of
a missing teddy
(ii)
the gaunt man stoops
into his groin
ties his trackie cord
the nothingness inside
his winkless eyes
somehow menacing
(iii)
a mural in rich purple
gawps against concrete
and graffiti’s untamed sprawl
abandoned skate park
(iv)
and I see the ibis
fly again
their tatty “v”
in a poorly erased sky
All of these images are so dream-like and flutter beyond my ability to describe properly because I can’t quite catch hold of them, they’re so amorphous and fleeting. Your ability for creative imagery is astounding. I sit here reading and re-reading your poetry and just try to absorb all the symbolism. It’s quite an experience, and a good one at that. 🙂
This is fantastic:
a mural in rich purple
gawps against concrete
and graffiti’s untamed sprawl
abandoned skate park
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agree … and a poorly erased sky. Genius.
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Thank you!!
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Thank you!
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I’m bowled over by these glimpses. I love how they’re stitched together, each one a view from a new corner.
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Thank you Misky. ❤ so g l ad they work
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They worked just fine, W.
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All of these images are so dream-like and flutter beyond my ability to describe properly because I can’t quite catch hold of them, they’re so amorphous and fleeting. Your ability for creative imagery is astounding. I sit here reading and re-reading your poetry and just try to absorb all the symbolism. It’s quite an experience, and a good one at that. 🙂
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Your comments are so appreciated and valued. Many many thanks.
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