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you respond
by Peter Hsuyou crane upwards
where there is no sky
and eye the color of wool
as it drips steadily down,
staining the earth
an indescribable shade of twilight,
bleeding the world into
diluted ink.
a deep exhale turns the world sideways
and you spin in place like a trick coin.
your lips inspect the corner of my eye;
from your mouth, a red word is being born.
o startling color in this world of grey. 01/17/2005 Author's Note: i found this hidden away from so many years ago.
not bad for a kid.
Posted on 06/19/2012
Copyright © 2026 Peter Hsu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 06/19/12 at 02:56 PM Not bad at all. I like it. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/19/12 at 05:54 PM I'd say it is pretty good also! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/19/12 at 09:03 PM Wow, that's some impressive imagery there for "a kid"!!! I especially liked, "a red word is being born. o startling color in this world of grey." |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/21/12 at 04:19 PM *a STELLAR poem* |
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