An iris on a blue and green
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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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
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