Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tuesday, November 10, 2009: Ffffound! Quoted from: Tumblr

Today everything I notice is in contrast.
Orange leaves against the wet, grey street,

bright as parrot feathers.
The fog on my back windshield

dissolving into colourless stripes.
Hydrangeas blue as bruises

lingering next to brick.
The lack of people in the market

and the throngs of cars creeping
along their narrow lanes.

The muffled noises of night
inside other people's apartments--

a squawking television set,
the pulse of the washing machine

next door, an elevator's whir.
And of course, as I bring water

to my face to wash from it
the day's unseen debris,

the knowledge that tomorrow
is poised to sort shadow from glare.

1 comment

  1. I've been enjoying your poems and the images that go with them. This is one of my favorites, so far. One of the things that I appreciate is that the poems stand alone. As you say, the images are the spark, but not the poem. I'm wondering why you don't title all of them. This one is particularly beautiful and evocative.


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