Friday, September 30, 2011

Her Eyes

Look at her eyes of darkness
silent birds
shooting
through colossal redwoods
where green smells
of eternity
black fish kissing
slick foreheads of statues
drowned in forests
of kelp
whispers of foxes
scurrying
at the edge of night
on frozen tundras
such is the soul
glimpsed
in her eyes


photo by Rolf Hicker

7 comments:

  1. "Black fish kissing." SOmething about that line really resonates to me.

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  2. That is a powerful piece. The build up to the end is very well done.

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  3. this is truly beautiful Vesper! I'm so glad I stopped in.

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  4. I do believe this is my favorite poetic piece from you. In the Detroit creative community, I've heard it said you are officially one of the "Northern Lights."

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  5. redwoods are amazing, like this piece, v :)

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  6. I'd love to meet this girl, even though the description of her eyes contain "whispers of foxes
    scurrying
    at the edge of night". Yup, I'd still like to meet her. :)

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