I can never remember
if white is the absence of color,
or all color combined,
burned into the mind; washing out the lines
Filament filigree, eyes squeezed shut. Incandesence is not
The best choice for transcendental contemplation...
(white) has good intentions, but is often harsh
Brings tears to the eyes;
like white onions lingering
Chopped and sauted with white potatoes
Simple truth for breakfast
White is the color of the empty page
When all the words have burned away
When words could fly; and words were all
that could be given...
White noise
White sale!
White paper, white face
White fleet, white house
White trash
White wash...
Snow White; white as snow
White sheets on dark nights
Covering dead men's bones
Such a high price to pay for so little
Understanding
White, needs black
For borders, for boundaries
For backdrop to work
Good fences make
Good neighbors
White with black makes grey...
Now that's a color to sink one's teeth into
Another day. Going grey.
Can't do what I used to...
A contest entry
- Color Me With Imagery. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended June 2, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Fine again by Unsigned.
300 points, ended September 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is beautiful and inclusive, loving
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Fabulous! I loved the imagery and intensity of this write. Outstanding "incandescence is not the best choice for transcendental contemplation." Great "simple truth for breakfast". Excellent "dead...a high price to pay for so little understanding." Intense necessity of contrast well described. Intriguing "grey...now that's a color to sink one's teeth into!" The ending resonates with me as well. Thoroughly enjoyed this! Thank you for sharing
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Thank you for the link to this poem; worthy recipient of the gold trophy. A searching exploration of white, in all its manifestations in the everyday around us and in opposition to black, the absence of light, and the merging in grey.
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Very nice...
enjoyed the scheeme and the meaning..
Thanks for the entry...
Simon
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Well-deserved gold!! Color is a force that touches our lives in so many ways. Love your last line.
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a good piece of poetry,
a good piece of poetry which flows smoothly,
a good piece of poetry that flows gracefully with a light rhyme and rhythm.
a good piece of poetry which flows along with a smooth rhythm and stylish rhyme,
a good dark and twisting piece of poetry that sets the tone of the poem right away
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I like this. There sure is a lot of white around us... good thing, no doubt. I liked your references to its harshness, noise, the empty page, the gift of words and as a death shroud. Nice way to end with the inclusion of black, for contrasts, boundaries, making gray... an honorable color! Congratulations on the gold!
Marlene -
Thank you for inviting me to read the longer version, it was well worth the read, and Congrats again for winning Gold, Josie
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Ah! GOLD!
I loved this and so did the Judge! *grin!
I phoned my daughter and told her of your comment. She is truly touched ... and I am too. I cried.
Congratulations. God linked us in this. You are a blessing to my heart.
Love
Myra -
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http://www.thefaithlog.com/2005/09/healing-in-his-corners.html
I was able to find an article which gives all the details. Pray for me...
And thank you. In his transcendent love!
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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Please check out the long version...
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Ah. White ...
also carries the DNA of all colors ... Do you know?
I once wrote a fairy tale called the Nine Nymphs of Noetzie ... In Cryptic Form, especially for you, Love:
~~~ THE NINE NYMPHS OF NOETZIE (CONDENSED) ~~~
by Myra Lochner
Sun, who was so in love with his own glow, mirrored himself every day in the windows of the old Noetzie Castles, nestled in the dense forests and lined by a private beach, found near Knysna, South Africa.
Well, one day he happened to see a movement deeper than his superficial mirrored image: INSIDE, in the depths of the castles, some lovely nymphs performed a graceful, kaleidoscopic dance! Of course it was his own white light, prismed, which clad them! But this he did not know.
After being enchanted by their colors, he never mirrored himself again, but instead searched in all the niches his rays could reach for these wonderful apparitions, sighing: Where are you? Who are you? Where do you come from? Where do you go ...?
The answers for all our yearning, are inside ...
I posted this comment here:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4290690
Thank you for a beautiful poem! It made me remember that I published my Murial Mythology for our National Festival, KKNK, but that it needs a next edition.
Love
Myra
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Simple truth for breakfast.
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