Feb. 22, 09
White swans envelop and circle,
Heads bent towards each other-
And bodies farther away.
Just in between and below,
Dark blue against ice blue,
Fight and swirl against.
And within the midst of that,
A colourful black brightens,
When the winter sun touches,
Cold brightness with no heat,
Sun shined down on empty,
Just given a light against shade
Eyes, you are, look upon and up,
See nothing in cloudless sky,
fighting with sea and horizon.
For the end of Winter Sun
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
2 comments:
Colours, and more of them. This is a painting. =]
That's just what I wish to do with words,
=]
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