Monday, March 30, 2009

Cliché

Broad daylight. Strange
coming

to terms with it, as if
it were something

out of the ordinary,
out of the blue

nothingness.

(from The Intricate Evasions of As)

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful. Vassilis, I love these poems. Reading them is like stepping off a cliff in a dream.

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  2. I second William's comments. Where does that floating sensation come from? Like reaching down into the muck of the same-old only to take the long drifty tumble into Wonderland....

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  3. W & J,

    Where do you both find such fitting metaphors? Suits me to a "t"! Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment.

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  4. I like it, except that the very first word refers to streetwalkers too lazy to work the night shift.
    R.S.

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