|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
A predictable collector of memories
Contributed by
harmony
on
Tuesday, 25th March 2008 @ 09:08:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
|
Once upon a time in the thick green grass
in the memory of each foot on a wet day
a pretty plump porcelain man lay showered by the sun
A bright day it was my dears
he bathed in it he felt it with his finger tips
and modelled it into a memory for safe keeping
he shut his melting eyes and started sleeping
He dreamt he was the sea and ate some fish
they were dismantled entirely before they disappeared
Our man on the grass woke up
he wiped away the sleep dust
with a distorted sense of time
painted down his center was a hand brushed painted line
the line continued passed his feet and onto far far away
he slid gently along the line and delicately drank the day
the line was followed over feminine hills
some had scented arms
some had toothy tongues
his skin became cracked and chipped
punishment for such happy lungs
he orbited the earth on a rule
and then he was the moon
Copyright ©
harmony
... [
2008-03-25 21:08:43]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: A predictable collector of memories
(User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on
Wednesday, 26th March 2008 @ 01:49:07 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
Your little note about poo cracked me up.
This poem is a delight I found it interesting.
I love all the textures and images in this write. I could smell dewy grass loved it.
Michelle |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
