Transforming forms
and translucent shapes
from within
these crystal orbs seen
Colors foray inside and into
the walls of this sphere
In array and disarray
pictures flow,
but in silence
Inside this church of images,
the temple of sight.
Staring too long, too deep
Compelling noises inside
the empty alabaster
to frozen still
I enter these eyes,
Behind the fluttering
Venetian blinds..
10 comments:
Wow...excellent....greatly written
And this one had me back and forth trying to fathom whether I was inside the orb or on the outside. Brilliant. :-)
Vidhu Thanks da
Dan Thanks much for dropping by. I tried to thingify her eyes as an orb, as church..
i liked the used orbs...lovely
hubsch...
lovely...needless to say...but whose eyes? ;)
The first three lines and the last three... Magical, I'd say. ^_^
I've missed visiting your site. *hug*
Absolutely loved
"In array and disarray
pictures flow,
but in silence
Inside this church of images,
the temple of sight."
:)
Lo Whoever is behind those venetian blinds.. ;)
Soulless Thanks for your words. You were missed as well :)
Athena Thanks much :)
For the way in which this poem reads it maintains a singleness of effect! It moves from a distance, closer and closer to the eyes, like a camera slowly focussing on an object... I am sure you must have visualised those eyes, while you wrote this poem! Have never come across anything of this sort before.
which pic was that...curious to know...???
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