Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Running on stones

31. Running on stones

The sound of him
is out of sync
with the sun speckled film
I watch through squinting eyes.
Black limbs dance
across a jittery screen.
Stick man runs on the beach.


6 comments:

mansuetude said...

I love that since you are a also a musician, "the sound of him" becomes imagined in tones of timing--as if there is a loss of grace in the world when the sync is off.

thanks for the stones.

Annie said...

Hi mansuetude. Thanks for your interesting thoughts. I quite liked how my distance from him made that happen with the sound and motion. It reminded me of old films.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

Ending this month long poetry on a great note. Lovely!

Annie said...

Hi Mary Ann. Thanks so much. It's been great to post a stone every day and to have so many people drop by and leave comments. Thanks again.

Gordon Mason said...

A great stone to finish the month, Annie.

I think it is another poem that could be expanded in the future. You have 2 or 3 really great 'starters' for the future.

Annie said...

Hi Gordon. Thanks so much. Had fun with these. And yes, I think some interesting starters have emerged. Lots on my desk at the mo, but will get back to them soon.