Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Writing Weirdness...

Another non-"word poem"! :)

Colours (tentative working title)
(Written: May 2005)

I feel like I'm marinating in sweat
and I don't care
there's so much colour right here!
A lovely soft breeze,
shade through the trees
and birds and butterflies and me.
The sky's a bright, clear blue,
leaves a crisp green,
bark a strong brown
and I'm sitting between
a lake dazzling like diamonds
and flowers glistening like gold
the only hint of black and white
is the paper and pen in my hands,
everything else is vibrantly between
shades of life, reality,
despite the dreamy quality
of sitting on lush grass,
enjoying the breeze.


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