Monday, December 31, 2007

three landscapes, poem from the city



Interior
Impotant incandascent light
the tint is of poison blue

Illusion
Orange trees.
3 O clock Sun.
elegant green.
rich yellow
delicious smell of cigerrettes
And the mood is,
as if the Sea around.

Exterior
Yellow is obscene as a naked yoke of egg
The smudged view of distant trees is marijuana green
The iris clocks, in the trippy eyes of angels tick away
the moon through the jelly-black roads
Posted by opheliaofnoflowers at 10:00 PM

4 comments:

  1. UnknownJanuary 12, 2008 at 11:08 PM

    i love "illusion" and am fascinated how you see so much in colour. technicolored poetry this! :)

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  2. Babitha Marina JustinJune 2, 2008 at 10:42 PM

    nice visual poetry. good induced images :-)

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  3. opheliaofnoflowersFebruary 12, 2009 at 2:20 AM

    thanks a lot.:)

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  4. Term papersJanuary 18, 2010 at 11:29 PM

    Wonderful Writing style. I like your thoughts.. Your Poem is well written. Cant wait to read more. I love posts like this, it makes my day actually, thanks!!

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