lo-fi poem. I become Bonnard at the window

[avisualjourney]

Like the wind, the image appears to be just a view. The window an opening, light enters, sound crystalizes. A sway. Is it the camera or the camera taking us through to another place...

[tinySpectacle]

Very cool.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

I liked this... 5*

[medicinesocks]

in a world always late afternoon

[liketelevisionsnow]

in the days ended

poem becomes

the pyre of rest.

lost fragment of poem from t.l.p. notebook.