Sunday, February 27, 2011


in the tourbillion
of your eyes
i saw the one

"beware my flawless gyre
my flights are more penchant
than cyclone spawned"

not so the habitual
whirlpool experience.
call it prophetic
if you will:

property of listless form's
deference to celestial weather

"we are all
drowning after all"


Peter Greene said...

Neat. For some reason the listless form appears for me as a Dore-looking engraving of a rag-wrapt mariner upon the foaming waters. I'm still rolling this one over in my mind; I like its attitude. Thanks for it -

Noxalio said...

wow Peter, Dore engravings are certainly spectacular!!!

Anonymous said...

oooo this is utterly wonderful, dear noxy!

sometimes it's not fair to the author to read things very personally but i did it anyway ...

all that turbulent whirlpooling in-fire just seemed so .. moi .. currently lol

thank you .. this is gorgeous

and i apologise if i've totally corrupted what you meant!

Tess Kincaid said...

Your poetry is beautiful.

Noxalio said...

Shell, you NEVER corrupt with your comments ... invariably, you are, spot on ... thank you for your thoughts and compliment ...

Noxalio said...

oh, hello Tess ... i'm so glad you stopped over ... i admire your writing (a lot), i'm delighted to have stumbled upon it ... please do stay in touch as will i ...


Anonymous said...

we are indeed, drowning. cudos to you, loved this piece.

Noxalio said...

hello breathenoah ... and thank you kindly for stopping over ... i'm happy for the encounter ...