Monday, April 11, 2011

my delicate



my delicate
sunset:

harbinger
of lacuna
& uproar

utterly intertwined
you are
my most dangerous
hour

thankfully
always retired

by dawn

fire

bound

by day-
glow

equal
part
salvation
as torture.



8 comments:

Shadow said...

beautifully said!!!

orfeenix said...

I love the dangerous hours because of the time, our old ennemy! splendid war!

Elisabeth said...

Fascinating, Nox, and certainly your words match this image: salvation as toture.

Noxalio said...

thank you Shadow. i hope you've been well.

Noxalio said...

yes, Isabelle, i too love the dangerous hour ... after-all "Nox" is my "name", no? ha ha ... and time, our old enemy, indeed ... a silly notion but yes, we continue the endless battles with it ...

Noxalio said...

thank you Elisabeth ... as always, i write the piece first, then look for an image - sometimes i find one that marries with it well, i think this one did ... (other times, the image forces me to edit the piece slightly and then the piece takes on a whole new shape) ...

breathenoah said...

oh, now i like this. nicely woven.

Noxalio said...

thank you kindly breathenoah, i'm glad you liked it ... it's always good to hear from you ... thanks for stopping over.