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2013, 5*, columns, dark, evening, olive, passing, pink, salmon, sound, speaking, temple, throat, town, unconscious
past the deep pink-slash columns
of the temple
steps wide and flanking
the salmon town behind
in olive evening
I needed to utter
but my conscious mouth could not form
around the sound
deeper than the back of my throat
dark as the shape
that suddenly shifted in the temple
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
evening wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
olive wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
passing wormhole: waiting room
pink wormhole: is she / looking at me?
sound wormhole: Batman#175
I love the imagery here!
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I don’t know where it came from – it just … shifted
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Read this earlier today, and it’s stayed in my mind as something exquisite.
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namaste
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I love the colours and gentleness of this poem … so impressionistic and dream-like.
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thank you, Dieu; I don’t know where the poem came from, it took me by surprise
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