I hide the secret
in my pocket
away from prying eyes
so that no one ever sees
how I paint the world
in pink
one drop at a time
a little dab here
a little dab there
and no one suspects my motives
as men don’t like pink
‘cept for me
who always saw beauty in the flowers
waving on the hill outside my window in the wind
as I pushed my nose against the glass
and wondered …
why pink is for girls
and blue is for boys
and whose idea was it anyway
to dress me up this way …
I unplug the stopper
dip the ink
and paint the world
pink
Bright fuchsia pink
reminds me of the ’80′s
more specifically
my MUST have pink jelly shoes
and the marks they
left on my feet for hours
they were so obnoxiously sweaty
and not at all made for summer
but I wore them anyway
and had blisters to prove it
even after I REFUSED
to go anywhere near them again
a month later
[...] while inspired through the photo prompt, stands well alone and is better with it. In response to Bud’s prompt for today, I thought I would experiment with structure, form, and meaning even [...]
Bottles
With intention
Filled with purpose
Dripping
Life flavors
Our experience splashes
Colored
In moments
Of human hues
Qualities
For us
Revealed by others
Mixing
Fleeting feelings
And subtle shades
Distinct
Unique contrasts
Illuminated in prisms
People
To be
Filled with light
Together
Wholly made
As is intended
like the empty husks of corn
scattered on fallow fields
the pink ichor used up
in ambrosia
in flowing lines
in bold flair
in vibrant vitality
now lies in tumult with perhaps
others of lesser lives lived
but with the soul knowing
of a life well spent
photo credit: gierszewski #
Painting the World Pink
I hide the secret
in my pocket
away from prying eyes
so that no one ever sees
how I paint the world
in pink
one drop at a time
a little dab here
a little dab there
and no one suspects my motives
as men don’t like pink
‘cept for me
who always saw beauty in the flowers
waving on the hill outside my window in the wind
as I pushed my nose against the glass
and wondered …
why pink is for girls
and blue is for boys
and whose idea was it anyway
to dress me up this way …
I unplug the stopper
dip the ink
and paint the world
pink
– Kevin
The podcast: http://www.box.net/shared/static/0ooltecn0k.mp3
Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..Poems with Bud the Teacher
Bright fuchsia pink
reminds me of the ’80′s
more specifically
my MUST have pink jelly shoes
and the marks they
left on my feet for hours
they were so obnoxiously sweaty
and not at all made for summer
but I wore them anyway
and had blisters to prove it
even after I REFUSED
to go anywhere near them again
a month later
Maria Monacos last blog post..Caught
[...] while inspired through the photo prompt, stands well alone and is better with it. In response to Bud’s prompt for today, I thought I would experiment with structure, form, and meaning even [...]
You may find some added meaning about the structure and intention of the poem at http://ricktanski.wordpress.com/2009/04/04/national-poetry-month-2009-44-bottles/
Bottles
With intention
Filled with purpose
Dripping
Life flavors
Our experience splashes
Colored
In moments
Of human hues
Qualities
For us
Revealed by others
Mixing
Fleeting feelings
And subtle shades
Distinct
Unique contrasts
Illuminated in prisms
People
To be
Filled with light
Together
Wholly made
As is intended
Rick Tanskis last blog post..National Poetry Month 2009 4.4 Bottles
like the empty husks of corn
scattered on fallow fields
the pink ichor used up
in ambrosia
in flowing lines
in bold flair
in vibrant vitality
now lies in tumult with perhaps
others of lesser lives lived
but with the soul knowing
of a life well spent
Dave Titles last blog post..Do Content Kings Need to Abdicate?
Rubber finger brush,
Cleans their tiny little teeth.
Protect from Mothers’ milk.
Now, in the milk store,
Buy coloured liquid sugar,
In a baby bottle.
Nuts!
Is it the absence or the presence
that makes the greatest difference?
Can I know with devoid of out?
Must I be forsaken before
I know I’m loved?
Can I feel the chill of cold yet never touch the heat?
Would I ring with empty laughter
if I never knew despair?
Can I see all of the colors if I never know they’re there?
Is it worth the cost of knowing
if it means you can’t be here?
Ben Greys last blog post..An Online Identity Crisis of Sorts
All the work
is
but a mere
ruse.
All the pain
is
but a plain
void.
All the time
spent
looking at screens.
As the world
fades.
Yearning
for green.
Teat is a funny word.
Just the sound
teat
prompts a snicker.
Teat!
Borge quotation mark.
Teat! Teat!
Closed quotes.
Ken Allans last blog post..In Praise Of Plaudit
Dye, as we all must
colour the world in passing,
as we all must. Die.
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