blur

surreal escapades when reality becomes hazy

Disappearing lakes engulfing disenchanted thoughts
The lack of coherence embedded in sand
Windshield moist with raindrops on forgotten mornings
I have not come to accept it, not yet.

A town full of blind people,
Colors taking a walk into dark alleys
Undeveloped photos fading in silver
The road in front is not visible, at all.


© Nothing Personal. March 03, 2011.

Author's Note

It's circumstantial

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like these words. Each line could take you to a different place. This is my favorite kind of poetry. Allow the reader to think and try to see what the writer is saying in their words. Many vision of people and life are hidden in the word. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[GreenSkeleton16]

i like when you said "Colors taking a walk into dark alleys" very cool . and Windshield moist with raindrops on forgotten mornings

[ms. barrie]

i love every word you used in this piece and how you used them. each line shows the reader a different scenery. amazing poem.

[DiMar4u]

how amazing, to place boundaries while bursting my imagination into action. somehow i think you wrote this piece straight through, as if it were flowing through you and not a slave to consideration. thank you for sharing.

[Shelly Braen]

I am your invisible passenger. This blur is so rich in fine and deep colour, one could get lost within it. How beautiful.

[Ice QueenJen]

sounds like this could have multiple meanings, and I like this subtleness of your words. very good writing!

[emmajoy]

Things live, waiting to be born? There's an out of body sort of feel to this though you recreate such seemingly simple scenes, 'Colors taking a walk into dark alleys'
I truly admire the way you juggle than hold words in a safe, firm hold.

[Catonia06]

Very nice

[Michael Todd]

so concise and clear. I love your poetry. It feels so thought out.

[Hello, Goodbye]

interesting narration and a curious developed feeling..

[Alicia Schroeder]

I love this.. :)