would that it were red

 

housebound   ptl   we lounged

in bed   read

novels   watched a campy 60's movie

 

sipped tea   then walked in

the rain to

the park   sharing an umbrella   but

 

the umbrella was black   and

we don't like black   it

cast a pall

 

you're asleep   but i can't shake it

la la la

can't shake it   and

 

it's still raining   and i have to catch the

bus at seven 

 

~

 

don't leave it like that   think of helen

frankenthaler's

blue   marimekko's sunshine

 

yellow   twyla tharp's white

nights   think 

of other things   let black be black   attribute

 

it no meaning   cold is the absence of

heat   black

is the absence of light   but i cannot

 

shake rosalia de castro's black mood   damn 

that umbrella   no   i will 

leave it with lou reed's sangria

 

red   and call it a perfect day   and say black

is what you make of it

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-21 at 10:53

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Bibek
I like the way there is a certain shift in tone between the two parts of the poem. The first one seems relaxed while the second one a bit jerky. I guess it was intentional, right?
2019-02-23


KYREUS of Sweden
A palette of
emotional
impressions.
Very likeable.

* Chris
2019-02-21


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
There's such proficiency here, a fascinating theme articulated with skill and a cordial fluency. The catalogue of colours associated with persons strikes me as especially effective.
2019-02-21