Apparently I've been writing sad poems lately, which I didn't notice but can buy. In an attempt to write something happier, I wandered around flickr and found some gorgeous shots, which inspired this.
I'm not fully sure about this title. If you've got any suggestions -- anything that pops into your head while you're reading this -- please do share them.
Constellation
She swims in
and out of transient dreams
that blend together, hazy roses
in my subconscious. Last
night, she drank brushed water, sipping blue from
the sea. Heartbeats later she passed me
on the other side of translucent curtains,
both of us moving in opposite
directions and ignoring each other:
silent silhouettes shifting. At three a.m.
she's standing in an empty field with a
beige sky, black dress
swirling
around her heels.
8 comments:
maya, love the new header!!!
i like the images here, especially the ending. can't think of a title, i think yours fit the poem well.
I feel...a distinct shift during the fifth to the last line. I like the image of brushed water.
I love the alliteration of 'silent silhouettes shifting'.
Just beautiful.
This probably only makes sense in my brain, but if I had written this I think I would call it "Constellation."
Makes perfect sense to me. That's really pretty...do you mind if I use it?
Such beautiful imagery!
Mmmm. Great imagery. :)
Maya-
Thanks for contributing to Poetry Friday. Too beautiful to omit, so I added it to the roundup this morning! I can't wait to share your blog with the kids at my school!
Carol
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