outhere in the nighttime

outhere in the nighttime

the wind blows change

down unchanging streets.

the sky

its canvas, the wind paints

invisible pictures

daytime waits in the wings

birds rise

Reviews

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. true that ! ... and do you know what ... those unchanging streets will change ... ha ha ! ... await my email, my friend ... for now, this is a spectacular piece ... how perceptive you are when you read the universe is something that always astonishes and overwhelms me at the same time ... the invisible pictures won't remain invisible any more ... guaranteed ... :) ...

[Sunni Davis]

The imagery here is breathtaking. Beautiful work.

[Isolophobe]

motherfucking beautiful. so much poetry basically touches itself and climaxes over bullshit, showing too much of a world we're already familiar with. this doesn't do that; it captures both the tangible and intangible, and lets you know you're existence deep in this mess.

[em]

- the wind blows change - yes indeed - it does - it's not always a hard, fast wind - sometimes - it's a mellow, struggling, strong wind - that works it's way into lives and lifetimes - beautiful - absolutely inspiring - your pen brims with sensitivity and purity - inspiring!! - :) -

[Robin]

your words peer deep into the night

[Nothing Personal]

I am stealing..

[Kerry O'Connor]

Interesting paradoxical statements at work here... and then the perfection of the final two lines. They are a poem all on their own.

[Ed Hart]

a few, leaving their doors to enter the day, have a sense of it, but soon forget in the traffic of commerce

[Lilly Negoi]

i absolutely love the last two one-line stanzas...and i read more in them than what you wrote, even if you didn't mean that. this is beautiful!