An iris on a blue and green

To please an ogle – to shed the scene
where rays were caught by full-grown pupils.
An iris on a blue and green,
the mood ends counting crows – the scruples,

quadrupling heavens in my eyes,
as trebling trembles of the thunders.
To hear “hellos” from old “goodbyes”
 I hold the sky and crows asunder.

I keep an ear to breathless ground.
Corroded umbrae are too webby
to stop nativities of sounds.
The mimics of the clouds in ebbing…

October 27, 2009

Copyright ©2009 Iouri Lazirko


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Iouri,
You never disappoint, but delight.
Is it related to your earleir sketch on a crow's eye?
Cheers,
Dina

Беляева Дина   02.11.2009 02:21     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you,Dina,
Yes the themes are interlaced in some way.
Glad you like it.
With warmth,
Iouri

Юрий Лазирко   03.11.2009 02:03   Заявить о нарушении