Monday, October 04, 2010

Fading


The room has shifted
out of focus,

and below my slanted
ceiling thrives the
pixellated surrogate
of sight.

In the wake of
dappled lies,
I have dissolved
into thin veils of
ashen off-beats.

Memories of flight
are frosted syllables
within the grid of such
desaturated times.

They chime,
rehearsing countless,
scattered eulogies of light
across the grayscale.


Copyright ©2010 Anna Piutti

Monday, May 17, 2010

Adriatic


Let me stay --

your tide is yet to shrink.

I left the dazzled noon ashore
to count her iridescent wounds.

I plunged, I slipped
below the rippling drapes,
where contours drown
untraced.

Amniotic blue, my
lungs are brimming;
flooded chasms,
nacreous nests of
padded rolling.

Let me stay --

your tide is yet to shrink.

I'll let your undulation shape me,
and we'll stir the edge of sleep.


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