Haze..
Silvery slivers and silent silhouettes
days blurring into a smoky haze
gazing at distant shapes
crushed cigarette butts
smouldering spiralling
downwards in a daze
ashy thrashy tips
of left-over lovers
and a cappucino
in bed.
posted by Pincushion @ 1:32 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Really like the imagery in this one also, "Silvery slivers and silent silhouettes" - Very nice aliteration.
Reminded me of T.S Eliot's Preludes - has that same feeling of stagnation doesn't it?
Great poem. I like the usage of the sentences becomming shorter. I have done that also in some poems. :-)
-- :: Luna :: --
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