A stillness of a world this long forgotten: lines like
scissors, shapes that cut clear, what,
everything? Yes. A dune. A sky,
meeting. An oryx
gazelle, with horns that rip
nothingness like spears.
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2 comments:
Love the imagery. It's a quiet poem that relies on the visuals to convey a deeper meaning.
Hi, Christine. Glad you liked it. The poem was inspired by a standard image on my one-day old laptop (vista). It's a lovely image and inspired me to write how I saw it.
Best,James
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