Here are some Dusk Poems , two to be exact written after seeing both Nanda and Tom Hanna. I hope that you like them. It's Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 here at home in northern Virginia , at 11:05 Pm as I type them her and post them soon. TONY
Gray Matt Col
Steady Yell Yes
Olors Dull Out
Wa Wa Dry Wash
Ashed Colors
On Asph On
Dull Gray Road
The Heady Strea
Scream Of Yell
S Those Ights
Flash Orbs Yellow
Lights Car's Barks
Periods Two Ac
Scents Us Sent Bent
#1A le 25 Janvier, 2009 Dimanche at dusk on 340 heading home from West Virginia to Virginia. It's a cold moment at 5:42 PM en voiture.
Us Meant To Noun
Us Noun Pronounce
Pounce Announce
Their Cars - A - Vans
Our Train Rains
No Drops Of Mots
Motions Brisk Fris
Risk On Sky Dulled
Culled Stirred
To Blued - Grays
White - Outs A
Fry Stir Of Colors
Dul Lulled To In
Yes One Pot Cauld
Lined By Dulled Matts
Lines Of Trees Night Crues
Day Sighs Bye Byes !
#2A le 25 Janvier, 2009 en voiture on 340 at dusk, a cold moment at 5:41 PM all alone. Hope you liked these two poems written by me as the sun faded away behind the horizon and all I had were the yellow lines to follow and the yellow orbs of artificial lights on each car behind me, caravan-fashion to remind me to keep going and not pause for anything as everyone wanted to get home quick!
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