...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
poetry writing challenge - day 16
write about a color.
bah! ...but okay.
White
It is I who drop my eyes I who leave without a sound I become the next I erase the page
I was hoping for grey. But you did nail white. All your efforts have been outstanding. Keep it up, champ.
Why no comment yesterday? I was stunned by the fact that that was your favorite poem. Or embarrassed that I had never read it before. Your take on it reminded me of a Ray Bradbury story, and that is a compliment.
2 comments:
I was hoping for grey. But you did nail white. All your efforts have been outstanding. Keep it up, champ.
Why no comment yesterday? I was stunned by the fact that that was your favorite poem. Or embarrassed that I had never read it before. Your take on it reminded me of a Ray Bradbury story, and that is a compliment.
White ? Is it a color ?
White is fadeing love!
Brides wear it and loose both
But Your white is brilliant and
...a color.
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