The match is struck,
sweet tinder on flint,
a yellow-orange-blue
startles to life,
then dropped
and falls
down and through
my paper-thin heart,
and the yellow-black
rounds outwards in
concentric,
and the burn is
so slow,
as I watch indifferent,
afar and away,
the black ash and grey.
Archive for March, 2006
Hole
Posted in Poetry on March 19, 2006 | 9 Comments »
My Quote of the Week
Posted in Musings on March 19, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
“Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or if the dream is becoming the world.”
- The Narrator, from the French film Bande a Part (1964)
Great quote.
I Still Adore You
Posted in Poetry on March 17, 2006 | 5 Comments »
I still adore you
and that I knew;
as I woke into dream
fantastical, rich
and achingly real.
The moment we shared –
when our eyes met
in wondrous recognition;
when our hearts flickered,
burst into passion.
I still see your face,
etched deep in me;
the light of your eyes,
darting and sharp,
the tongues of incandescent flame.
Why do I hear your voice?
That very tone!
That [...]
