new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Beautiful. Vassilis, I love these poems. Reading them is like stepping off a cliff in a dream.
I second William's comments. Where does that floating sensation come from? Like reaching down into the muck of the same-old only to take the long drifty tumble into Wonderland....
W & J,Where do you both find such fitting metaphors? Suits me to a "t"! Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment.
I like it, except that the very first word refers to streetwalkers too lazy to work the night shift. R.S.
Beautiful. Vassilis, I love these poems. Reading them is like stepping off a cliff in a dream.
ReplyDeleteI second William's comments. Where does that floating sensation come from? Like reaching down into the muck of the same-old only to take the long drifty tumble into Wonderland....
ReplyDeleteW & J,
ReplyDeleteWhere do you both find such fitting metaphors? Suits me to a "t"! Thanks again for taking the time to read and comment.
I like it, except that the very first word refers to streetwalkers too lazy to work the night shift.
ReplyDeleteR.S.