A Poem With Colours Instead of Eyes
Poetry Microdose: Day 21
poem
this poem is musical metaphor. what i mean is
it's about Philip Glass and Metamorphosis.
this poem has colours instead of eyes. what i mean is
it's about Maggie Nelson's obsession with blue.
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is there really a man
whose eyes leak blue?
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this poem listens to the colours of glass. what i mean is
it's about a solo piano. a series of blue notes.
a discord. a harmony. a flat five.
a darkness. a story.
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i once heard a man
read Kafka over Glass
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this poem is repetition insisting. what i mean is
it's about becoming the breath of sound.
this poem is the kindness of cruelty. what i mean is
it's about monstrous vermin on a precipice of glass.
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this poem is stalactite filled lungs
transforming voices to ice.
this poem is the repetition of breath
shattering mosaic eyes.
Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.
This poem is part of the drains of her mind collection.
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Stevi-Lee Alver
Australian writer and tattoo artist based in Brazil. 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
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Thank you, Brenton
That was a pleasure to read - pure and simple brilliance!