I follow your curves with outlines
and shadows, colored with clashing
pigments so futile in their efforts
to spell out territory.
The few ferocious and
almost-rough edges beckon
to others a new--unclaimed--version
of what it means to be king
of the suburbs.
"Them Philly cats ain't got no dice
on us," our wall-mural states.
The spray paint coagulates on concrete
as if it had a right to be there:
"We have the colors of creation on our side."
Author notes
A love for graffitti.
H a g a r e n H a n y o u
A contest entry
- Love Is A Verb by SerenityNChains.
700 points, ended August 4, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - abecedarian workshop; auditions. (PREWRITES) by dieu..
450 points, ended July 11, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any good?
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*but, we'll need a bit more imagery and emotion in future rounds.
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yes. but
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Interesting write. I do not see where this describes love as an action, but the write is good all the same. Though it does not fit the contest idea, hats off to you on a wonderful use of language, and painting a strong mental image.
Serenity
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Well, I had interpreted
"Love as an action" as, to compare love to an action. This particular action being grafitti-ing.
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