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
5 comments:
As a prisoner in black and white I turned your lovely palette of words upside and joyfully navigated their delightful graphic quality to freedom.
Regards
Charles
Anna,
I just love all your poems. They are breathtakingly intense!
Charles -- thank you! You're an amazing B&W photographer.
Mystic -- Thank you so much for taking time to read and comment. I truly appreciate your kind words.
Your flying imagination with the fast rhythm of light scattered behind unexpected things is the reason i am writing to you.i have to read more poems of you.by the way, you can take a look at my poems here: frashroom.blogspot.com
Regards
Framarz
Thank you, Framarz;
I will check out your blog.
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