i
recall spinning lavender sounds, midsummer's lucid parody.
feel
heartbeats tasting dark white, explosive moon rise.
pain
conspiring gentle shrill visions, fire chilled thoughts.
within
my mind's contriving touch, acrid silent crash.
me,
distrusting death's deafening smell, alluring memory numbness.
7 comments:
This poem evokes many things for me. It could be an alcohol-induced recollection of a pleasant summer sensation. I have never heard of anybody using the adjective "dark white." I love that. Please visit my blog and give your feedback on the poems I posted all in one day. They are neglected.
you are a most rare, most welcome, most gracious reader.
words of appreciation for humble verses, stoke the embers of perseverance, for the fire, as you well know, and your poems so ably reflect, always burns.
and as for the recent non-readership, i can only but wonder the cause.
may we create links to each other's blogs?
~t~
Your writing is wonderful. Have you published anything?
I feel pain within me.
The poem piously brings it out.
Superb juxtaposing of opposites to enhance the 'distorsion':
'dark white'
'gentle shrill'
'fire chilled'
Strange how these contrasting images bring home the 'distorsion'!
There is a name "One Mr.bal" on my Blogmates list. He clicks beautiful photographs. I just wanted to know how you like them, and how does it make sense to you if at all.. I am just curious
it had a sense of an ending disguised for a beginning.
piercing words...
plunder and blood
touch and cut
slit and stick...
the churn of guilt and the vomit of death...
Wonderful! cant describe in words what i feel but its a case of when words becoem scarce...
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