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*in color

by Mainon A Schwartz

in your palm i am a prism
and as you twist me, i find myself
bending and refracting:

the stinging red, the flushing pink
the aching stain of
shame and self-humiliation;

the blinding yellow, the burning orange
the flaming strain of
blame and fiery self-deprecation;

the lucid black, the smudgy grey
the muddled pain of
the same disorientation

and the colors are all colliding
in a vague, unseeing haze--
seems i'm only broken in your hand
bent and distorted, in color.


Posted on 11/12/2001
Copyright © 2023 Mainon A Schwartz

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 04/18/05 at 11:27 PM

The way in which you write mesmerises me...

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