21 January 2008

thru an alien's eyes

i have a couple of ideas that have been running around in my mind and heart to share but both are still cogitating (is that even a word???) right now so i thought i would share some excerpts from a poem i read recently called "a martian sends a postcard home" by craig raine (who may or may not still be alive). since i'm only putting a few lines on here, if necessary i will add my own word in parenthesis to start from what was in previous line of poem.

"(books) they cause the eyes to melt or the body to shriek without pain.
mist is when the sky is tired of flight and rests...on the ground.

but time is tied to the wrist or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.

at night when all the colours die, they hide in pairs and read about themselves--in colour, with their eyelids shut."

such great words pics of crying and laughing and dreaming!!!!!!

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