Wednesday, January 18, 2012

hey now, in memorium

There was a dream that crashed a purple pellicle
so obvious noticed first in post-periwinkle doubts,
the clouds as divine as wake up calls and bent bells
awkward ringing on a white table with black chords,
harmony balanced on mahogany legs sweet fine long
and sandaled in teal ink from a fountain pen drained
on script soap soft carved in scars deep and refined.

I could have punched myself for open stupidity
but even that would have made me stupider still.

5 comments:

  1. And that one. Thanks for these, Gerry! For some reason it's been a while since I read one of yours. Two today, and both a pleasure - so thanks again, and happy year-thing!

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  2. Always a pleasure to read your work. Another nice one.

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  3. what a fine use of colour and emotion, intertwined. and the ending...
    intriguing, as usual.

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  4. smart thoughts on your own intelligence, smart people write stuff opposite.


    Incredible imagery!
    Hope all is well,
    Appreciated your support along the way,
    Welcome sharing a random piece with us today,
    You rock.
    Keep it up.
    xoxox

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  5. Thanks all. Is it too late to say 'happy new year'?

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Yes?