Monday, January 21

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this is Kafka's sky
not yours or mine
thick dark thoughts
slowly catching
the dying dazzle
of day's end

sycamore silhouette
beckoning
a sinister single
story

spiralling steadily
into that tidy cocoon
nestled in steel white grip
of muddy root
that dug its way in
to feed
on the heart of the
unborn butterfly

11 comments:

  1. I keep having this picture in my head of the sky swallowing a butterfly...beautiful

    I love trying to catch those dark thoughts. They keep me feeling alive

    the wind owns my soul...I don't know why, but this reminded me of that.

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  2. hi...hows u?...long time since i came here
    and when i came here
    its dark....
    ?!?

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  3. intense imagery! and i love the thought of a kafka sky. i mean, what kind of self-respecting writer wouldn't! :)

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  4. Nice illitration and the muddy root feeding on the unborn butterfly, very nice.
    Sorry I have not visited in so long.
    peace

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  5. these lines are making me see the root gnawing at the larva's heart..lovely

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  6. I wanted to touch it, the Kafka sky. So beautiful.

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  7. Sounds almost Russian. Try to start writing again dude.

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  8. the words here have a strong visual quality. really enjoyed reading 'em.

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