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 pages White paper
White fleet White house
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
- Symphony In White by Mad Moon.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes, I see what you mean. It is either 'great minds think alike' or 'fools seldom differ'!
Nicely penned. 
Mariana


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Wonderfully concrete, thoughtful, and vivid.


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Impressive!! The language is stellar, as is a most difficult form. LOVE how you used "shape poetry" to accentuate your words. The imagery in this is stunning. Such depth of meaning, as well. So much more to this than shape...so much more than words... Thanks for this beautiful entry, and Good Luck!





