five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, January 10, 2002
When I found those assorted boxes of
magnetic poetry, I found an odd one that had reversible words (yellow with black words on one side, black with white words on the other). Mostly the words are antonyms of the word they're paired with, though not always. I brought that box into the café because it was the only one like it and it didn't match with the black-on-white tiles at home.
For some reason I felt compelled to line up the words into rows this morning, a line of yellow then a line of black. I ended up with an extremely surreal poem of sorts...
why the golden red plunge
there like season never dreamed
the less said hide wild rain climb
over across landscape a whisper above ocean will
the woman love mother wind nectar yet
equip live star tapestry a
sorry million dry tiny tune of the fly
is
this just not enough…?
