Rain-A poem by four; Billie, Ainsley, Lisa and Astrid

Liquid drops rinse the ticking while

Racing down in infinite lines

The sun shines through the transperant drop

It's colours shine, it's beuaty is fine

The falling elixir, a blanket of grey on top.

Here is a video montage of one of my favourite surrealist poems, as an example of rich imagery, even absurdist writings and the power of the imagination.


Photo
http://www.sxc.hu/browse.phtml?f=download&id=1094659

Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u54o-pZxAzc