The Life of the MInd
As beautiful as smoke
letters flying off pages and swooping like swallows into the eaves
up then darkling into a light blue and a yellowing sunset
into a starling swirl of shadows
moving as one thought
roosting on inky branches
blanketed in sound
readable but only by those who can decipher it
unwreath the code
Comments
Doeslittle | June 25, 2008 - 08:54
This is lovely. Beautiful images. Liked every line...'readable' jarred a bit, but not sure why really..maybe compared to the sound of the rest of the words in this piece it felt a bit clumsy, but one word apart..just lovely.