Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Transparencies
Momentarily I became soft, not soft exactly but like glass become thick liquid, melting, memories of hot silica, pliable, and if you knew you could reach your hand through to the other side to Alice's Wonderland.
Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
Through the glass; through the invisible world.
It didn't last; edges returned,
and I continued on.
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'serpent of leaves' appears in impromptu dance
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
some interesting imagery and metaphors here Brenda!
ReplyDeletethanks, Boris xo
ReplyDeleteand did you like the softness? did it frighten you?
ReplyDeletea good question, Sky... and yet I find myself unable to answer since this is a poetic image...
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