Thursday, November 3, 2011

Jackie was a dream
She murmured: If sound were a colour, how dark would your voice be?
Pitch black like the universe?
Bright white like bright eyes
Jackie was a dream
She dreamt of voices, and colours, and sounds to make her sleep
She murmured darkly in pitching voice
But all she knew was, dreams kept her awake
Sleep unrested her,
Submerged Jackie pushed away the stammering night
And pulled at colours like chattering butterflies


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the question about the voice....and "pushed away the stammering night and pulled at colors like stammering butterflies. Wow. Really good.

Old Ollie said...

cool - I like your images - I'll label you an imagist, at least just for today.

Human Paradox said...

Crazy styling. One of kind. Like a weary soldier fighting for sleep behind foggy eyes and sunset dreams.