All day I’ve been looking at our past presence
In pictures: but now light’s absence develops
In pictures: but now light’s absence develops
Love’s negative and, like a dark room, absorbs
Us both: from our first fresh chromatic words
We’ve become more vulnerable to light, awash
With light, an echo-flash of light – overexposed.
Wonderful poem.
Quin,
I'm really not trying to "stack the court" with poetry – it's just that Rufus and I have this wierd mind meld going when it comes to headlines.
I wrote this one a while back…
JOB
It's cool, actually. You're kind of like that guy along the Seine in "Before Sunrise." If we like it, are we supposed to pay you?
I got that with the Insomnia poem, I think, but this one is relatively short, so I thought it possible … definitely did not mean to imply it was dashed off at flash-bulb speed.
And I think it's perfectly fine to stack the site with poetry; maybe you could re-post that "Wakey-wake" poem from way back sometime…
Mrs. Celerity,
I will be opening a PayPal account for just such an occasion….
Quin,
No, no! I didn't infer that you implied anything. I'm just a wee self-conscious about throwing this stuff up nilly-willy. And I will post Wakey-wakey again, for sure!
Thanks,
JOB
Thanks Job. Please post more poetry.
Thanks Job. Please post more poetry.