Sky above, sky under
blue dagger splints my eyes
blue silence, blue cry for help
blue delirium in thousands of icy blue splinters of ice
Cold air floating my madness
Darkness is patching my eyes for a moment
Am I blind, am I saved by this on going blue torment?
No..I hear sinister laughs echoing the vastness of the blue space
More blue is served to the sinner…
Sky above, sky under
I threw away my eyes only to see red as the pain splits my brain
laughs in the cave…
A new pair of eyes pops in my head only to be crushed by the blue lips of the sky
all over again
laughs in the cave…
A new pair of eyes pops in my head only to be crushed by the blue lips of the sky
all over again
“Dark”,”blind”,”sinister”..the reader finds himself in that strangely reassuringly territory of Iulia’s perverse poetic allegorical imagination.Imagine Bram Stoker or Edgar Allan Poe on crystal meth prior to taking up their pens.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin! Your comment brought a smile on my face!!!
I guess the word BLUE has some inner story !
Thank you, lokesh roy! It is not the color that matters, its permanence, its stillness, the lack of any change that might drive one insane, therefore for him that would be the hell! I chose blue because for me it is the most beautiful color…but it can turn in hell any time…
Oh My!~ How I wish I could let loose and pen a poem like this!! Bravo iulia
Thank you so much, suzanne parlee! Much appreciated!!!