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RGB - the primaeval colours.
by Laura DoomRGB - the primaeval colours.
Words tumble
in a sequence of inconsequence
anticipation licks her lips
as pretty babbles burst.
She is locked into program 4:
a cycle of virulence
her cell constructed
of bodies spinning
out of control.
These people to meet
those places to be
appointments to be kept
disapppointments to be loosed;
but she is only human
this loded automaton
a stoned throw-away
from a circle of therapy.
I am red...
dangerously close to revulsion
wrecking my brain to remember
a time when I felt
there were not enough hours in the day.
I am green...
sick of the self-censored sound-byte
that stinks in my throat,
a carbon-dated printout
describing my crush on innocence.
I am blue...
depressingly far from saving grace
at this table of saints and sinners
who suck their spiritual desserts
into a conspiracy of stasis.
She is black and white,
a sibling of certainty
pleading for ignorance,
crying on a cold soldier
who lives to die another day. 02/16/2007 Posted on 02/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Becca Kinser on 02/16/07 at 11:41 PM Oh my gosh. Awesome. Just awesome. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 02/17/07 at 05:53 AM As a TV graphic artist working in RGB format, I was drawn to this poem. I really like how you described these kinds of people as colors. I can especially see green, |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/18/07 at 06:05 PM This poem has a fineness on many different levels. "The words tumble" such a fine beginning. The word play as a subtle undercurrent is just one level of achievement: "loded"/loaded; "soldier"/shoulder; "babbles/bubbles; "stoned"/stone...and also reversals... ("a cell made up of bodies")...the content a strong statement of non-identification with the norm, and the color theme so basic and yes, "primaeval" (that word alone has a bit of sound play with some evil in it...) So much to discover, and so thought proviking. Excellent. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/18/07 at 07:32 PM And rich, evocative colors they are Laura. Great poetics, and one of the best endings in a poem I've seen in some time. Kudos! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/19/07 at 05:25 PM I think I'm red a little too often myself.
Beautiful, as always. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/20/07 at 04:59 AM "These people to meet,
those places to be
appointments to be kept
disapppointments to be loosed.
And she is only human,
this loded automaton,
a stoned throw-away
from a cycle of therapy." At first I thought I read "cyclone" which would have added a whole different meaning. :D Vicious. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/19/07 at 12:05 PM there are words here, magical words and phrases that combined egg on magical thinking processes in me. and as mine irises take each unto their flow and ebb, ultimately they get carried away and are received unto their Magical Mystery Tour. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/27/07 at 05:29 AM The colors here are maybe of secondary importance - it is the character sketches - mirrored between S1&2 to S3-5 to S6. They may be the same person at different ages or a woman who lives in a fantasy world in her mind. Whatever you intended the character(s) to be, they are not stable. I think the key word here is in S5 - "stasis," since those described are more unstable than static and balanced. Fantastic!
~Chelle~ |
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