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she once told me it deadens a painting
by Rowan LuisI took it almost literally, and imagined a hole into which everything else poured.
Just now; a conversation blue
and then a doorslam like the colour black.
05/12/2007 Posted on 05/12/2007
Copyright © 2010 Rowan Luis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/12/07 at 11:35 PM Hey, this is pretty good work, if you ask me. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/13/07 at 07:34 AM Yes, this is quite the cerebral rendering. I'll have to reread later on once I've got some coffee into me...it's still early. |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 05/13/07 at 09:09 AM Yeah, this is pretty good; it kind of reminds me of that film The Machinist... I do not know why. |
| Posted by Cristy M. on 12/05/07 at 09:46 PM this, too, is my "second pathetic jaunt." i wonder how it is that i hadn't found you then or now sooner. this is truly divine. very enjoyable. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/02/08 at 03:54 AM i really like the first stanza, and the way the second stanza feels, but i've always had trouble interpreting colours... |
| Posted by Sarah Mae Allard on 02/20/08 at 12:56 AM i love thinking of things/people/places/emotions/experiences in colors. |
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