Daydream

Black trees dead grass dusty roads
Seen through venetian blinds
Become Grand Canals
sunlit wavelets
And gondolas



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-01 at 17:24

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countryfog
I love poems that capture a place and a moment in time in a way that I would never have seen myself. This is one.
2010-12-02



I've been seeing the word micropoetry floating around for a while. I'm not sure what it means, but I find it slightly demeaning. Though short your poem isn't micro. Far from it.

I smiled when through your blinds you saw Venice. Magic venetians.

Small poem, big vision.

jim
2010-12-02


John Ashleigh
Very powerful. Brilliant use of words.

Regards,
John.

Language: 5
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Overall: 5
2010-12-01