under the hour of the sun it is said, we once again connect our ancient souls with the dawn red deserts & midsummer highways all that is green, no all that is treacherous & golden frantic like a subterranean storm do you hear the birds retreating? the slim dry dawn slips over our shoulders we stand behind reality & fall
*This is another collage assembled on a Chevy Tahoe ad from 1997.
Le poème est fantastique et le collage est l’un des meilleurs que vous ayez fait jusqu’à présent.
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Merci, J. J’ai eu beaucoup de plaisir à faire le collage et le poème. I’m glad you are enjoying them, too. 🙂
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The idea of hearing the silence, in your line, “do you hear the birds retreating?” is eerie and captures the tone of your poem. It also created a visual for me. Compliments!
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Thank you very much!
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The last stanza is wonderful.
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Thank you!
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