A Stop-Motion cut paper animation of my "All the Quiet" Poem (from about a year ago):
All The Quiet (The Forest On The Postcard)
This is where
all the quiet
Has quit to
Where the
solitude
Stays
The relaxation
Resides
And the peace
Prospers
Paths are paved
With golden
grasses
Each hilltop
Each cliff crest
Offers the best
view
Each tree canopy
Filters green
streams of light
In sheets and
streaks
Onto the dark
forest floor
Where overlapping
shadows dance and shimmer
Soon, sunlight
bakes to gold as it lowers
And the forest
air chills
Like coals
darkening
And cooling to a
deep grey
At night birch
trees glow
Soft blue
Under the
burning white moon
Fireflies weave
tiny lights
among branches
No comments:
Post a Comment