Post by Arctura on Aug 8, 2014 17:36:53 GMT
The crescent slide of water-skin that ripples - glides, as airflow
Massages the sensitive surface - thousands of liquid fingertips
Tickle the skin with splash-sound vibrations - skin too thin
For my touch - which punctures the pond-plasma -
And enters in - the round raindrop-ripple
And wind-sweep - soothes my inside
Like lotion - on sunburned skin.
The soft settling of new day-grey
On glass-liquor through steel-color cloud cover -
Light takes liquid shapes on the sky-mirror surface -
Fog hovers, hesitates - a moist exhalation - Walden’s wet,
Heavy sigh - blue-green water rises fog-white in sympathy
At the sight of the morning-grey, smooth, soft, cloud-shrouded sky.
I thought I'd pull a Dickinson and explore the use of hyphenations.
Massages the sensitive surface - thousands of liquid fingertips
Tickle the skin with splash-sound vibrations - skin too thin
For my touch - which punctures the pond-plasma -
And enters in - the round raindrop-ripple
And wind-sweep - soothes my inside
Like lotion - on sunburned skin.
The soft settling of new day-grey
On glass-liquor through steel-color cloud cover -
Light takes liquid shapes on the sky-mirror surface -
Fog hovers, hesitates - a moist exhalation - Walden’s wet,
Heavy sigh - blue-green water rises fog-white in sympathy
At the sight of the morning-grey, smooth, soft, cloud-shrouded sky.
I thought I'd pull a Dickinson and explore the use of hyphenations.
