10.13.06 -- 3:00 PM
There's nothing
more awe-inspiring than
space.
Wide open space. Lush,
expansive
green fields
with a sliver
of tar slicing through it.
Blue skies
with white
clouds,
stroked on with a paintbrush.
A grey cloud in the distance
added by the master
artist to add texture
and varience.
"Takes your breath away" is
not the correct phrase to describe
the feeling. Rather, you breath it in
verociously, wanting
to consume what lies before you.
You want to devour it.
Possess it. Take it in you
and pray it stays in you, only
expelling it when you turn
to dust and become one
again with the dirt below
your feet.
more awe-inspiring than
space.
Wide open space. Lush,
expansive
green fields
with a sliver
of tar slicing through it.
Blue skies
with white
clouds,
stroked on with a paintbrush.
A grey cloud in the distance
added by the master
artist to add texture
and varience.
"Takes your breath away" is
not the correct phrase to describe
the feeling. Rather, you breath it in
verociously, wanting
to consume what lies before you.
You want to devour it.
Possess it. Take it in you
and pray it stays in you, only
expelling it when you turn
to dust and become one
again with the dirt below
your feet.
posted by Jesse Salmeron at 10:28 AM
2 Comments:
This poem is awesome. You'll have to read this live when you get back for the Audio Open Mic. How's it going? How far have you gotten? We should get you on the air next Tues.
:-)
Liana
I'm back in H-town. I'll see you guys soon.
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