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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 © 2024 Rowan Luis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/13/07 at 03:35 AM Hey, this is pretty good work, if you ask me. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/13/07 at 11:34 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 01:09 PM 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 12/06/07 at 02:46 AM 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 08:54 AM i really like the first stanza, and the way the second stanza feels, but i've always had trouble interpreting colours... |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 04/17/11 at 12:30 AM I quite like this. |
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