A bird's shadow
fly's across the panting, white cement
an oriental painting in motion: swallowed by passing clouds
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
May 18, 2010
May 12, 2010
0 Nostalgia of what to be
Nostalgia of tomorrow instead of yesterday
a reverse metamorphosis cascading from beauty to cocoon
my graveyard of possibilities never to bloom
I remain nestled in these choices of today
a reverse metamorphosis cascading from beauty to cocoon
my graveyard of possibilities never to bloom
I remain nestled in these choices of today
0 Outside of my world
Sitting outside on the lip of my home's porch
perched like a homeless man with no where else to go
gazing out into suburbia towards the street lights
My mind like a moth drawn to the alien, angelic lights
stretching out and dispersing from fantasy into reality
like the cut of a diamond, spreading their wings out into the gritty city
Outside my world and left untamed, the underworld of my dreams
where sight, touch, smell are all amplified and too real
for where without my world do I belong?
perched like a homeless man with no where else to go
gazing out into suburbia towards the street lights
My mind like a moth drawn to the alien, angelic lights
stretching out and dispersing from fantasy into reality
like the cut of a diamond, spreading their wings out into the gritty city
Outside my world and left untamed, the underworld of my dreams
where sight, touch, smell are all amplified and too real
for where without my world do I belong?
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