- suraj sharma
- my mind, therefore, becomes this outstretched field of immeasurable serenity, which, although illuminated at angles awkward and unfamiliar to my eyes - is neither dark nor twilit. The strange lighting turns the vacuous foreplay of shadows chasing shadows into an euphoric, almost utopian feeling which is held in suspension as long as this configuration of appearances beckons the restlessness of reason ever forward into the uncharted hinterlands of imagination while at the same time compelling me to bless the lighting director.
2 comments:
Crystal clear, gentle & sweet. I can smell autumn and feel the breeze based on your description. Concise poetry is a nice form. =) This one contains that lovely haiku brevity.
thank you, Jade.
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