Sunday, September 27, 2009

colors.osi

refraction

her changed contact lenses
transparent as truth
see through opaque lies
the charred black surfaces
of burnt out grasslands
till a green alphabet
sprouts on the parched earth
the goldenness of the corn
makes breakfast of the day
the porcelain cup of the moon
serves a drink of purplish grapes
her vision is colorless
like pure water or air
colorless
as the prism of my mind
it could bend the truth
or find a rainbow
in the black and the white
of her eyes that i read
like the verse that she is ..

/ original / z.g.
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18 comments:

  1. annalarssonphotographySeptember 27, 2009 at 1:47 PM

    Breathtaking poem my friend!
    I love the world you paint with your words :)

    Have a great week!
    Anna

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  2. floretaSeptember 27, 2009 at 2:04 PM

    beautiful
    love how the imagery of the moon and colors come together. great detail!

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  3. PamSeptember 27, 2009 at 3:54 PM

    colorless and prism as a state of being. . . I really like this thought.

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  4. Sandra.ifSeptember 27, 2009 at 4:03 PM

    nice imagery and words...!

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  5. AnonymousSeptember 27, 2009 at 4:58 PM

    Love the porcelain cup of the moon...what an image.

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  6. SandyCarlsonSeptember 27, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    I love the honesty and beauty of your poems.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2009 at 6:50 AM

    I was so hooked to these lines
    "the goldenness of the corn
    makes breakfast of the day
    the porcelain cup of the moon
    serves a drink of purplish grapes"...wonderful imagery.

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  8. Tumblewords:September 28, 2009 at 9:20 AM

    A lovely, lovely poem!

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  9. Amias (ljm and liquidplastic)September 28, 2009 at 1:01 PM

    Oh my goodness ...
    You painted this so beautifully.

    "to find a rainbow
    in the black and the white"

    This takes my breath away .. because you have shown in your words that it is possible!

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  10. zoya gautamSeptember 28, 2009 at 11:52 PM

    .. many thanks ..

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  11. Maurice LauherSeptember 29, 2009 at 5:46 AM

    sometimes we feel colorless and lost

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  12. zoya gautamSeptember 29, 2009 at 3:52 PM

    .. would be so good if it were only sometimes moe! ..

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  13. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2009 at 3:38 AM

    yes.. namastey to you too and a very beautiful poem! nicely written!

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  14. PattiOctober 1, 2009 at 10:24 AM

    Great take on the prompt...and lots to think about! Thanks!

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  15. Beth P.October 1, 2009 at 1:54 PM

    What a 'romantical' you are! Great poem, zoya--prism that you are--

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  16. DeLiOctober 1, 2009 at 11:34 PM

    porcelain cup of moon - wow!

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  17. Geraldine October 2, 2009 at 9:58 AM

    A striking, very original work. Nice one Zoya. Really enjoyed reading this.

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  18. sgreerpittOctober 2, 2009 at 11:55 AM

    beautiful. would that we all had contact lenses that could see the truth. I particularly like the lines: "the goldenness of the corn/makes breakfast of the day".

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..namastey!~

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