twine
this room is empty save
for that ball of string
standing in one corner
looming tall and multi-colored
all knotty and criss-crossed
with dust and ever afters and
red might be for love but blue
is for everything else
and from a distance
it all blurs into beige
just the way I see your face
when i squint
in the sunshine
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 11th, 2013 at 8:33 pm
and blue is for everything else….or at our house, grey is for everything else. AND red for love….but of course 🙂
xo
April 12th, 2013 at 8:30 am
ha. seeing their face in the squint…i like that…nice use of the color as well to set the mood….felt piece.
April 12th, 2013 at 7:27 pm
” criss-crossed
with dust and ever afters”
are you kidding me? you are the natural of poetry. you constantly knock my socks off.
April 14th, 2013 at 4:34 pm
Do you know the photographer Uta Barth? Have I already asked you? I think you would enjoy her. She recently won the MacArthur fellowship and your work shares a beautiful foundation with hers in my mind. It is always a joy to visit, seeing and reading what your mind’s been playing with.