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by Vikki Owens

it made the colors warp and swirl,
a drizzle of reality
into an ever finer mist
it made the walls
weep and moan
it pulled the edges out like
taffy in the
i covered the white in
sheets of texture,
amorphous and sinewy
it comes in waves...
and over and over...


Posted on 11/16/2009
Copyright © 2023 Vikki Owens

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 11/16/09 at 12:47 PM

i never made that trip but it sounds like a Pollock painting turned on its corner.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/16/09 at 04:18 PM

This is so vivid in shapes moving and changing and walls that "weep and moan"; seething is such a great last word. This is frightening and mesmerizing at the same time.

Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/06/12 at 06:59 PM

Very vivid, good job.

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