Green

[Mary Poppins]

Watching your heads turn
Towards each other, eyes outward
Your bodies speaking to each other
Jade pools in my eyes.

The colour of calm?
Before the storm perhaps, but I think not
The colour of life?
Ending yours maybe, though it’s doubtful

It’s a tempest now
No waiting necessary
My verdant gaze grows a life of its own
Emerald smoke swirls and clouds my vision
Solidifying into beams that bore into your backs

As I sit alone, drowning in green.

 

[drEaMtiMe*@#]

when i saw that the title of this piece was "green" i thought it must be a poem about melbourne upon reading it i then realised what it was about and i think that the way you've utilised the word 'green' in the title is very clever.

i really like this piece. it's very poignant much like the line where you say,

My verdant gaze grows a life of its own
Emerald smoke swirls and clouds my vision
Solidifying into beams that bore into your backs

i can definitely associate with having had these sort of feelings before. and i particularly love the last line.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Very clever indeed, theres a surreal feeling to the images you write, as if the "green" has a life of its own and you are just an observer.

 

[(Wordy)]

This is great work!

The first four lines and the last four are especially arresting...

 

[cherub]

this piece of work it alot of impact in short mode.. it develops quickly and actually fits just right... quite good!

 

[yakksoho]

The use of green in different ways makes this swimmingly multifaceted. Verdant Jade Emerald Green Tempests. Beautiful.