Thursday, 1 March 2012

2D or not 2D

 I dream of old an old man in a boater
sailing East to West across a page

and, when I turn the paper he still floats there,
a silhouette, a china man, serene.

I dream a rocket takes off into space-time,
climbs across the page from South to North;

black, these silhouettes, like paper puppets
long to turn their souls into 3D.


  1. THIS IS SO GREAT.... AWESOME WORK.... I'm scanning more ... THIS is REAL POETRY....

    Yeah I know I'm shouting .... LOL LOVE IT!