The silhouette against the window moved,
Sighed after the first big bang,
I could just make out her hair, Dewali again,
Hissing Indian Gods,
Brilliant blue crackling,
The noise of joy,
Colour-racing bolt shot across the sky,
Ricocheting off stars,
About the face,
Of the lady in silhouette,
Across from me.
She moved again,
Between the words,
And was gone.
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lovely piece…
I found via your blog:
http://www.bspcn.com/2009/07/16/the-29-saddest-pictures-in-the-world/
thanks for sharing …
hi kolembo!
Great piece, this line especially ‘Brilliant blue crackling’ great mix of sound and colour and a top finish
Another beauty!
good routine, to combine photography and lyrics!
This lady in silhouette reminds me of the figure in Rilke’s “Windows” series — “It’s because I saw you/
leaning out the ultimate/window that I knew/
and drank my whole abyss.” Exquisite!
Makes me smile…
fireworks like the background radiation after the big bang and the vision ah, the poem is loaded and inspired! thanks.
i dig this piece a lot. fantastic images. great work!
Just for a split second, before the colour-racing bolt shot across the sky, and moving between the words, she was there. Leaves much to the imagination and very enjoyable.
…fleeting…thanks!