Thursday, September 16, 2010

fragments, playing with words

Pictures of light
The shadows form a lattice on the wall
The wall that glows in afternoon light
Light which picks out the many-coloured bricks
Bricks that stand so tall against a fearless sky
Sky of a bright and everlasting blue
Blue that will nonetheless fade...
Fade like the shadows on the wall.


Not quite a poem?


A girl and a boy walked over the bridge
hand-in-hand
and the air around them glowed
while the wind whipped past a lonely bus-stop.

a fraction of the whole:

fine filigree twigs against a liquid sky,
brittle being in the immutable immortal.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous28/9/10 11:57

    thought you might be amused by this:
    http://www.paddlesworthpress.co.uk/

    It's not poetry, but it is witty.

    D.

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  2. Looks fun! + silly

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