A Good Poem I


your secret purple voice, a soft violet arrow spoke, “uphill, uphill.”
the years of sally are near us, at the site of fire, and even the flat
bottom surface of a gem hasn’t such captivating skin, a behaviour so inextinguishable.
tonight it seems your biography donates itself to our eyes,
ignoring the paradox of an ending on a fresh-cut saturday.
your architecture is a description only and arresting, literally; the three
of us are made of apples, i’ve said it before. beyond words, you are
a thousand women, the upwards tang of motion. your inconceivable
surfaces are columns of turning, inscribed, elongated flowers.

Michèle Katrina Thorsen



  1. #1 by kseverny on Saturday 06 February 2010 - 1122

    beautiful descriptions

  2. #2 by Eliz77 on Monday 22 November 2010 - 1929

    Lovely lines. Very strong and subtle.

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