In Kingfisher Green

Azure colossus’ trace lines across desert sands,
in kingfisher green voices spill from another space.

A dharma dolls fire spirals a waterfall heavenward,
luminescent nothings dance through a ring of shipwrecks in ocean deep.

SekienAyakashi~~~

Image found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konjaku_Hyakki_Sh%C5%ABi

Again no attempt at sense. None what so ever.

About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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8 Responses to In Kingfisher Green

  1. Sense or no sense–it is lovely.

  2. simonhlilly says:

    Scintillating sparkles. Mind silenced by a million small dancing suns. Distantly, the shipwreck slides silent beneath the waves.

  3. has a lullaby feel none the less. wonderful drawing too! all so free.

  4. Tony Maude says:

    No sense sought – and none found🙂 Some interesting images though

  5. Like where your imagination takes you, sense or otherwise🙂

  6. hisfirefly says:

    who said sense is needed?

  7. Rowan Taw says:

    I love the green of the kingfisher, so I’m trying for synesthesia to know how the colour sounds.

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