outside the air is real
and ascends in currents and streams
unpolluted
I breathe dust and ash
wipe silt deposits from my eyes
swim through a smoky mire toward
stage lights cast blue reflections
on musicians playing with passionate fury
cast highlights on an inebriated audience
artificial fog obscures the source that is
shrinking room at one end of a tunnel
the other end twists and turns
culminating at a dead end with a peep hole
outside the air is real
I strain to study and then
turn back to the smoky mire
this must be the thing for anita - so the art - photo ? photoshop ?
ReplyDeleteyour command of language is I have no words - I've just been trying to think of a word for something - I'll ask you later -
I have more to say - of course
ah - just reread it - you use the word "cast" twice - was that your intention? I have a funny story for you - as always
ReplyDeleteThanks Sue! Yes, it was for Anita's 'favorite poet day'.
ReplyDeleteThe art is a fractal image I made with a program called Apophysis, and the added the photo of a sunflower from my garden in a photoshop-like program called Gimp.
Funny you should ask about the word 'cast'. Originally, I used the word 'passing', but thought it sounded like the musicians were the ones doing the passing, so I switched it to 'cast' to make it sound like it's the stage lights doing the casting. What do you think?
Because I don't get notified of these I am late
ReplyDeletecast highlights on an inebriated audience
Throwing ? nothing I can think of really works
fling is too strong
I'm too tired to think
Oh, I know. How about this:
ReplyDeletestage lights cast blue reflections
on an inebriated audience
while musicians play with passionate fury
artificial fog obscures the source that is
Thanks for all your help, Sue!