For Yi Incha

Anger shaded blue

then breathes white in its purity--

cold precision

swirls down the rabbit hole

and tickles my eyes

like shame.

I leap years

across the desert

and my heart explodes

at the memory of warmth.

 

Poor Wisdom

has seen it all before

and sits, sullen,

waiting her turn.

Reviews

[j.r.]

lib,

absolutely gorgeous. this is excellently formed. the ability for me to view the colors, and associate colors to the objects in the work is what i find most impressive. how did you make me do that!? maybe i'm just a bit eccentric ;0P

well, the only real suggestion i have, if i may, is for s2, l3. i know you have the punctuation to aid in your endeavor to lengthen the pause between sits and sullen; however, it might be more effective to just drop sullen to its own line. (just a thought)

beautiful work, once again, really!

sincerely,
jr

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

this is a wonderful piece from your great poetic mind.

[Lorraine]

Great imagery and phrasing. It has an interesting touch of adventure and trials. Your concept is pretty deep but still so meaningful.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[DownTheDrain]

Very dreamy.
I'll admit that I have no idea what it may be about, but I loved it.