BlueIris
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Sat Jun-21-08 06:05 PM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/21/08 |
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Edited on Sat Jun-21-08 06:07 PM by BlueIris
"From the Margin"
She would like to follow that rabbit down the swift, precipitous hole,
appear on the peculiar side, feet first in some wild spot—
but she is stuck between the slivered glass and its black cardboard backing.
From here, she can see clouds as thin as a hare's white ears,
close fields of velvet fists unfolding into blood-hued roses.
The currency of flowers has run out and she requires new excuses.
Over her left shoulder, a sink of dishes, rotting pumpkins, leaves on the porch,
reflections in an empty tumbler, and the door's sad face.
—Joannie Kervran Strangeland
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Sat Jun-21-08 07:35 PM
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What a great hallucination!
I just read it out loud to myself, and it ran away with my imagination!
Wonderful!
Thank you!
:hug:
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BlueIris
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Sat Jun-21-08 11:26 PM
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2. Uh...thanks. Hallucination? |
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Well, I guess it does have a certain surreal quality to it...
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