Blank walls spaces If only they were trees and their leaves turned green red yellow falling. Perhaps I can arrange my books their broken spines like this: brown/seed green/shoot yellow/bud red/flower so I don't forget the movement of the seasons. Perhaps I'll discover curious animals hiding amongst the pages, between faded words, under folded corners. Give me the music of a constant stream tiny bells polishing stones. Instead of drip drip drip drip drip of the broken tap in the kitchen. And give me a glimpse of glittering Orion instead of cracks in the ceiling.
I agree with Rob on this one! This is a well-written piece of art my friend. I like how you made use of space and incorporated a T.S. Eliot-style of enjambment (fragmentation) with the imagery of sounds and color.
Of course man! I'm really impressed by this one compared to some of the earlier work I've seen you reproduce. Not to say that the other poems were necessarily "bad," because I appreciate all forms of work people produce on an artistic level, but this one really stood out to me as next level.
Fantastic
I agree with Rob on this one! This is a well-written piece of art my friend. I like how you made use of space and incorporated a T.S. Eliot-style of enjambment (fragmentation) with the imagery of sounds and color.
thankyou mate
Of course man! I'm really impressed by this one compared to some of the earlier work I've seen you reproduce. Not to say that the other poems were necessarily "bad," because I appreciate all forms of work people produce on an artistic level, but this one really stood out to me as next level.