The inverted roles
8 September 2016
Clay pigeons
Rise up to my height
They fly high
Beyond sight
Artillery drawn reckons
The other beckons
Stand it off
The weight of the knees
Weary eye
Sees double
Compression of dimension
The folded bodies
We scare we
A game of two darks
Shares no light
Display might
It dissolves in the black marks
Streaking down my chin
Lower din
Your voice laminates
The whispers
The answers
To riddles we have become
They sail in monsoons
The three moons
They speak of shadows
That light smite
Pure de-light
Execution of the rows
Taking over night
Shifted poles
Stall my vibrations
They shiver
They quiver
Through contractions deliver
The inverted roles
Reading of the poem:
Hunter – Björk
It’s in our Hands – Björk
Possibly Maybe – Björk
Your rhythmic wordings amazing.
Music -Lovely
Thank you Shanti for your kind words
Hauntingly beautiful. A tale of death an rebirth.
Thank you Marissa 🙂
Another nightmare, it seems. The monochrome suits it.
Thank you, yes, very much so!
“We scare we”
The inverted roles.
I enjoyed these videos.
Thanks Geetha.
Shiva
Thanks and welcome Shiva 🙂
as always, Geetha…you never failed to amazed me..
Thank you so much!
Again, enjoying your words, Geetha.. 🙂
Thank you Syl 🙂
You’re welcome, Geetha. Have a pleasant day 😊
Thank you and you too
You’re welcome and I will 😊