Perspective and Perpetual DistractionA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)What
do you feel, when you look out of
a clear window -- a glass door -- and
the moon is suspended low in the sky: orange hazed face coaxing sunset to an abrupt crescendo? For me it is only a flash in time -- a snapshot -- that
becomes a memory, as quickly as it was real: filed away under experience, or the heading of future imagery. Sometimes
I worry that I cannot love a thing deeply enough, because I see a wicker basket of details in everything -- faces are fragments of expression, Willows
are inkblots upon twilight’s feathered seam, the curvature
of night is an opaque curtain embellished with
backlit diamonds. For just one day I want to borrow your eyes -- to
see the world from the other side -- with perspective -- blind to everything except what reads as a whole: I want to see only purple, not varying degrees of mulberry and wine.
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Added on August 28, 2013Last Updated on August 28, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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