Thursday, 12 March 2015

Drips


An experiment in a simple "poème concret" just to see how it will work here.



Drips  -  08 Mar 15

 Drip
A slow cascade
Of ancient dreams
Drip
Moving through
The gates of memory
Drip
Darkness
Eroded by light
Drip
Afternoon sunshine
Drizzles through branches
Drip
I am floating free
On
Drip



I can almost hear the drips.
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  1. my heart's love songs13 March 2015 at 03:11

    me, too. i really love this Ainsley! incredible visuals (and auduals? audios? whatever the word should be.)

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    1. Ainsley13 March 2015 at 20:11

      I rather like the word "auduals" though it is grammatically inaccurate [but who cares?]
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      Thank you dani ♥ for your comments and for the addition to my personal vocabulary.
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