How to Know It is Black
I return to the letters
Thrown by the roadside
In a heap
Letters scattered everywhere
What does the morning bring
The silence of songs unsung
Words unspoken
No wind blows
And how do you know
It is black you see
Reach into your pocket
Where black resides
Grab a hand full
Pull it out
Examine it in the light
It is no longer black
Same with the rainbow
Look carefully
It disappears
No pot of gold
Nothing is as it seems
Church bells ring
On any day of the week
House of mirrors
Distortion reigns
Out of focus
Sorrow overwhelms
Dressed in black
Pick up the letters
Begin again
Write a poem
Seal it with a kiss
September 17, 2018
Note: Sometimes we have no clues, no evidence of how we know something, or how to write a poem.
14 comments:
So you cannot know--looking at it changes evrything. "out of focus" "distortion reigns"
How true, and how I cling to definitions and stories for dear life, maybe even imposing them on the letters, words and poems I read and write. Neat to juxtapose the rainbow with black!
Thanks for your comment Susan.
Stunning piece - such a unique take on the prompt
I note the silence of songs unsung. The sorrow......love the writing of a poem, sealed with a kiss. All we can do, sometimes.
Why thank you Jae.xoxo
Yes, Sherry it is. Thanks for your comment.
In spite of all the distortions and blackness and breaking up of rainbows into nothings we can do our part; that is: 'Write a poem / Seal it with a kiss'. Love this.
Love this, well written poem.
Thanks for your comment, Sumana.
Thank you Vicki!!
Sometimes we do not have clues indeed. A beautiful write Annell!
Interesting. We have had cases of mail carriers dumping several boxes of letters that should have been delivered but were not, they were dumped beside dumpsters and other places. I am intriqued by this pile of letters you found.
Yes, its all letters. It is up to us what we write and rewrite with them.
"Distortion reigns and sorrow overwhelms" - Great phrasing,
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