Showing posts with label Brief 31. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brief 31. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

By Joanne Chan
Poem by Grey Marks (with image via Zastavki)
By Charlotte Poul



an extract from:







take
in parting days a dream
flown away
a vision none see
or seem


roar
tormented within
they creep
one wave we seem
within a dream


~po
i dream of silver rain drops

fall onto the silver leaves in the silver forest

and then everything becomes blur and sparkle