Under a cold-blooded sky
pigmented with your thoughts
I walk from stillness to motion
but with each step the truth peels off
like colours from mildewed buildings,
like skin from freshly healed wounds
and I wonder,
in a mist-gathering hug,
was the world more coloured at standstill?
© Dan Husain
January 28, 2006
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Thursday, February 02, 2006
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1 comment:
well, was the world more coloured at standstill?
don't know but i like this tasty morsel.
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