new zealand electronic poetry centre


Elizabeth Smither

online works

It appears, it is there, like something
emanating from an emotional source
or a complicated chemical reaction:

here are the colours: red, orange, yellow...
just now fixed: the sky is the developing tank
and the promise hangs there, suspended

by invisible pegs. It will not stay long:
the coming into being, the becoming
if anyone notices it, fortuitously, its message

is to take from it whatever significance
seems appropriate: a promise with a
time-frame, a statute of limitations.


Last updated 11 May 2001