From a pencil
Led you
Up the garden stream
Chose you
To insurrect;
Infer
With a
mirrorTo deflect
How I kept you
For eternity
Just in case
The world grew empty
Just in case
The stream depleted
Buried all its fish in fronds
Of wreaths
Green hair like apples
Fresh as memory
Pale as dust
Flaking from the tips
Of fingers singing
At the keyboard
Shaking seeds
From dying flowers
Plonked on the shelf
Which locks aromas
around the mind
Hold you
I
hold you
In the
inviolable smellof delusion
You;
Wake
my youth up
Shake my
mouth outLook alike glances
Laking about
In the mirage of existence
Kids playing out
I enfold you
With branches
Secreted in leaves
Like a hedgehog
Saved from a quashing
I like your nose
With that little bead
of bedtime
Star crossed to the end of it
A Manet magnet
Clinging to the fridge
Somehow unique
In the repetition of its cold solitude
Non slip, implacable
Incongruous
Stolen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWClv45MLT4&feature=youtu.be
unmastered 1st draft poetry film edited by sergei taff. as yet unsynchronized.
Fantastic!!!!!
ReplyDeletethanks for the great photo rosi.
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ReplyDeletedefinition of a thief: n. , pl. , thieves ( thēvz ). One who steals, especially by stealth. [Middle English, from Old English thēof
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