Soft grey to convey an icon
lit only by window out of frame
she studies her shadows on the
bare floor bare from form. Fingers
fracture in surprising angles—a deeper
grey, not quite black.
No universals here, only shades of light
grey, dark grey, textured grey. Such shades
define her form, but in only the softest sense.
There are no lines to remain inside, only blendings
of greys, gradations of light, and where light is
not yet allowed.
lit only by window out of frame
she studies her shadows on the
bare floor bare from form. Fingers
fracture in surprising angles—a deeper
grey, not quite black.
No universals here, only shades of light
grey, dark grey, textured grey. Such shades
define her form, but in only the softest sense.
There are no lines to remain inside, only blendings
of greys, gradations of light, and where light is
not yet allowed.
Her hair alone offers a world of greys as she
is immortal, looking down into the light. Kneeling
over at rest, a supple form and shape—a study in
grey with all of its connotations, like a sky of similar
hue. The world is better off with the depth of grey.
Nowhere is this more evident.
is immortal, looking down into the light. Kneeling
over at rest, a supple form and shape—a study in
grey with all of its connotations, like a sky of similar
hue. The world is better off with the depth of grey.
Nowhere is this more evident.
4/18/11
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