mikejewett Posted April 11 Share Posted April 11 The feeling is that the smell of deep space is patina green & sapphire Thai food purchased from a street cart. One Himalayan beauty is snowcapped, knitted hat eburnean as the steam within the glassen spires at the Holocaust Memorial, Union Street. We hear the source of the universe here & in the coquettish London bird with celadon - soothing tones on cassette saying mind the gap, northern line, Embankment stop, loudspeakers as soliloquy to the woman sitting on the same wooden bench each every day; his voice keeping her calm carrying her on while he's been gone. A token treasure, space expansion. Reminders of how the dark side of the moon covers sol in shadow, in totality. Wisps of infinity leak startling amaranth; christen it; 36 hours in Marrakech; broken champagne bottle shimmering of wanton sun- light in the deepest spaces of sea. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted April 28 Share Posted April 28 Hi Mike, I like the way Concrete Poetry elements bring a tidal ebb and flow to this piece, evoking cosmic elements. I particularly like "Wisps of infinity leak startling amaranth." Thanks! - Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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