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Colors of Poetry
by Joe CramerIn shadows we see the colors of poetry,
This, in our palpable existence
That is viewed so distinctly.
How can words be so true, so fine
And yet leave such an abstraction?
When in shadows this life slowly turns
The leaves of probability
While time slows, goes into eternity. 03/30/2007 Posted on 03/30/2007
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/31/07 at 05:03 AM Hi Joe,
Never thought of it that way. Colors of poetry. Good one. makes ya stop and think. I guess in ways, poetry does have it's own colors. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/31/07 at 08:25 AM There's so much beauty here. And subtle nuance. this invites reading and pondering the subtle changes..."into eternity". "Words so true, so fine". |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/02/07 at 03:13 AM Wonderful introspection Joe. Words have color and so does our life. Attitude determines the color, just as it motivates our mood. I'd love to see this as POTD. You have my vote. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Jennifer Ragan on 04/02/07 at 10:29 PM I really like this..great piece:) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/04/07 at 11:58 AM Eloquent rendering Joe. A great way to brighten a blustery rain filled morning. Thanks for that. :o) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/07/07 at 02:55 AM I don't know, I just don't know... how can they? Lingering poem, this; it has me by the teeth. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 08/16/12 at 12:34 PM Beautiful...in all its hues. Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 08/16/12 at 01:53 PM Very nice, Joe. Congrats on POTD, and happy August 16.
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