The Flesh Of Heaven Poem by Tony Jolley
The Flesh Of Heaven
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The Vosges are blue:
A function of moisture in the air and refracted sunlight.
Not yesterday evening they weren't.
Oh no.
Yesterday evening above Cernay they were all moody, black and magnificent,
Stark-silhouetted against a raging, blood-orange sky:
A ridge-mouth full of bare, jagged teeth
Tearing a bite out of the flesh of heaven.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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4/24/2024 1:12:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
For me, this style of painting pictures with words is reminiscent of Viola. Love the way a few well=chosen words can paint an entire canvas!