Thursday, June 23, 2011

Landscape Blue

My hair stands up, something picks at my brain,
The atmosphere touchy as empty lair;
Death is a lovely lady in the rain.

I prick my thumb but I can feel no pain
I hear my voice but there’s nobody there
My hair stands up something picks at my brain.

Sensitive sky cries on the world mundane
Sketched a pallid figure, a glint in stare
Death is a lovely lady in the rain.

My landscape blue I paint and raze again
And turning white I curse the lady there
My hair stands up something picks at my brain.

I see the landscape blush on bud and grain
One minute inched to gold what once were bare
Death is a lovely lady in the rain.

Blood rose, electricity in my vein
Ink spread on paper catapults in air
My hair stands up something picks at my brain
Death is a lovely lady in the rain.

8 comments:

Jingle Poetry said...

wow.
amazing...

Amber said...

I really love the repeating lines. This is a very well-written beautiful piece.

I am Mindlovemisery (Candice)

Fireblossom said...

Hi, Ami. I just wanted to stop by and thank you for your several nice comments at my Word Garden Blog. Best of luck to you with your writing!

ami de manila said...

Fireblossom,I enjoy your poems so much.FYi, I wrote the first stanza of "I can't live with You" by e. Dickinson on the cover of my notebook when I was in college.

Ami

aztrud said...

great poem,. i love it..

Jingle said...

welcome in,

elegant expression.
Happy Potluck.

the feeling lioness said...

I liked it!
kinda nice

check out my entries if you got time

http://unknownpinklove.blogspot.com/2010/04/holocaust-child.html

ami de manila said...

This is the first villanelle I have made . I just love villanelles. my favorite is Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl's Love Song".