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What Color?
by Timothy SomersI'm still here,
just not very,
Hear.
I'm still near,
just not very,
Hear?
What color will my death be?
Will it be bright echo,
thrown about the canyon walls?
Will it be light soliloquy,
grown without the
rainbow-falls-to-earth in lumps of clay
and absolute?
What daring staring will?
Will what come to me,
that I might see
what color?
What color?
Will my death to me.
To me.
Will it be gray salad,
replete with grubs and garnish,
served on plates of pale and pallid,
Long gone as course,
And mannered small remorse?
Will it be small solace?
Will it be tight grimace?
Will I be what it wishes me?
You see?
I'm still near,
Just not very,
Hear.
I'm still here,
Just not very,
Hear? 07/21/2006 Posted on 07/22/2006
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/22/06 at 12:12 PM Yeah, I like the idea, of colour in sound and that you took me in two directions. Well written. I like it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/22/06 at 02:25 PM Excellent queries, fine form. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 07/23/06 at 02:31 PM Loving the creativity and imagery of this piece... your word flow is flawless and one must thank you for leaving them wondering/wandering. |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/19/06 at 10:10 PM Excellent thought proking piece and worhty of the POTD...congtrats |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/19/06 at 10:11 PM or should I say congrats?... |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 08/19/06 at 10:12 PM and thought provoking....fingers just weren't working today.... |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/20/06 at 02:18 AM Timothy, Congratulations on POTD! Very interesting idea of thoughts about death. Possibly we all have some kind of notion about our end of life - whether it be colors, places, words, songs...whatever.
~Chelle~ |
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