Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Hues. Are a poem's hues seasonal?

Like food, it's about ripeness. Think tomatoes. They come green and red and sometimes the green are ripe just as they are. Sometimes, not. OK, yellow, too.

Perhaps, it's also about emotion and attraction.
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  1. sgang123July 31, 2011 at 11:15 AM

    Dinner at N's

    1.
    Cinnamon goes to her head
    and yet the air finds a way out
    All rooms hold me &
    bandleaders, gangsters, ladies from Cuba

    In your black shiny shoes
    a destiny, a phantom,
    a desire

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