Posted in Imagination, Literature, Poetry, Surrealism, World, tagged America, Earth, highway, salamander, sky on May 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Cloudy ember sky
One-lined highway salamander
stretching into it
– Niebla
This was written in response to a 3WW contribution with a stunning American highway and sky photograph at Piece of Pie.
Posted in Food, Hermeticism, Humor, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged blue, blue planet, galactic hitchhiker, Planet Blue, sci-fi on April 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I am on a different planet every day,
and today’s planet is small – the horizon
curves nearby, and I’m afraid I’ll fall off
if I walk more than a mile. Five miles,
and I’d be standing on my head.
This planet is blue and patterned, as if
somebody had traced curves in the sand
on a beach. It is a pleasant, [...]
Posted in Eden, Imagination, Literature, Mystery, Mysticism, Paradise, Poetry, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged angel, Babylon, Bessie Smith, blue, breasts, eye, infinity, Mayan, roses, seductress on April 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I walk across a spill of objects on bare chafed feet.
I step on drum jugs and notice they’re breasts,
but hard, their nipples like the flat ends of hazelnuts.
A forest of wind-blown trees fades into greyness.
Amidst the blowing wind an angel seductress sits,
barely clad, enticing legs professing modesty, doll face
like Bessie Smith but white, head wreathed, [...]
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged deja vu, dream, evasion, flash fiction, surreal on March 21, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I know I’ve been there, but when and where?
Tanks are rolling across a much too narrow old bridge, pieces of concrete are dropping into the river, also round pieces of dried moss. The greyed wooden railing fractures. Somewhere near the Dinarian border.
In another country, in another time a dune, and hidden behind this dune figures [...]
Posted in Imagination, Life, Literature, Love, Mystery, Surrealism, tagged reincarnation, split, surreal, Surrealism on March 19, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Without any pain, I separated into two. I was in both of them; from one I looked my other I in the eye. We both looked at each other calmly from our blue eyes for a moment but then knew that we had to go on with our lives. One of me turned around and [...]
