Black in mourning
Your coat thrown
Over the freshly
Potted
Flowers.
Bright
Vibrant, beautiful.
Your mood covers mine
Like the coat you threw
Over the the recently
Potted
Flowers.
Blue
Orange
Fushia.
Screaming at you.
Get over yourself and
Stop
Throwing your
Mourning coat
Over my newly
Potted
Flowers.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Our A190 class is here to get our hands all muddy in paint and poems, poems that are inspired by art, art that responds to poetry. We're ecstatic to be here and we'll be ekphrastic all semester long.
Kandinsky's "Improvisation"
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(60)
-
▼
June
(39)
- Rot (or Wrought)
- Mourning Coat
- Lost
- Grounded
- Purple N Pink
- Dream
- Room
- Just for Thrills
- The Raven
- Stormy Night
- Cigarettes
- Pride, Death, and Guilt
- Here, I Brought You Some Flowers... And Now I'm Le...
- From the Oven's Point of View
- Forgiveness
- Dinner Date
- Detachment
- No one will know
- Heavy Black Coat with Hyacinths
- Purple Cactus
- When You Return
- Death to Life
- With a reason, and a baseball bat, I will...
- See
- In this raucous sphere Ifind no boundary.Where I e...
- Come to Me
- The Crush
- Trapped in a dream
- A Siren's Soul
- Dying for Love
- Desert Oasis
- A Will of No More
- Life surrounds us
- Sitting within, my heart grows
- Entanglement
- A Mother's Purpose
- Why did I leave
- I'll Wait For You
- The Orange Dress, the Green Vines
-
▼
June
(39)
No comments:
Post a Comment