she once told me it deadens a painting
by Rowan Luis
I 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.
Posted on 05/12/2007
Copyright © 2021 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.