02-04-2018, 07:55 AM
I think it is a cool idea
On the meaning of colors in poems
By the end of the story,
you’re already thinking
of someone reading it,
and you say to him:
Read it slowly
for the words were
written slowly in
a blue that had slowed
to almost black. I think it's a cool title. Here is a 'poem' that uses colors
Blue here is the first color
/bluː/ this formatting is distracting, partially because it is mainly for looks, I don't have to read this to know what it says
noun and I wish this was more of different examples how colors work in poems with adjectives and verbs throughout, but seems to be more here are a few poetic things I wrote and a poetic passive way to expand on it.
1. (Informal.) Give a formal example, or a 2. And 3. Or drop the number, spacing and formatting kind of distracting
For there was a petrol pump 5km down the highway
and the sun was beating down and what I thought most about the
clump of trees nondescript to a city eye,
was why no one stopped here, or perhaps, why I did. I really like how you don't use the colors you're defining.
Black
/blak/
adjective
1. (Informal.)
Emptiness always spreads from anonymous places,
places which change form in details that are occasional
metaphors. The morning has come and gone, and at noon
you see everything but never see enough. This is prose but still cool as a method, defining poems through prosery, I don't really like the use of 'occasional metaphors'
Black was the color
at night
of a frosted glass window
framed in Teak.
The wind lent a sepia tone so why didn't you bolden 'black' and explain it's use here? Cool story though
to a monochrome world.
Sepia
/ˈsiːpɪə/
noun
1. (Formal.)
Our homes tell us we are aging, that the creases of the world
are making their way into our skin. We have accustomed ourselves
to the absence of movement – Standing still as we are thrown back in time.
We reached out to each other’s arms only to drown in an endless distance. I had to look up sepia
Black faded into grey and
through it you could see me
in pigmented shades,
faded and intense,
at uncanny intervals. Starting with black again, I'm looking for patterns . I'm picturing this like at the beginning of fight club Edward Norton's character has random flashes of his alter ego in the scenes, can't imagine uncanny intervals
Grey
/greɪ/
noun
1. (Formal.)
When the clouds came as foretold, they brought with them only
certain truths while obscuring others. When they sent their waters
crashing down onto a half formed world, our questions danced naked
in a muddy revelry that ever so slightly was eternal.
And as the tendrils
of your silence
teetered in through cracks
I was reborn in scarlet
on Zen garden snow. Why not black again?
Scarlet
/'skɑ:lət/
noun
1. (Informal.)
The words were still lovers when they burned apart.
Their ashes left a bittersweet, gravelly taste.
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And I wish there was a more obvious connection between each of the poems. Otherwise I thought it was pretty cool
On the meaning of colors in poems
By the end of the story,
you’re already thinking
of someone reading it,
and you say to him:
Read it slowly
for the words were
written slowly in
a blue that had slowed
to almost black. I think it's a cool title. Here is a 'poem' that uses colors
Blue here is the first color
/bluː/ this formatting is distracting, partially because it is mainly for looks, I don't have to read this to know what it says
noun and I wish this was more of different examples how colors work in poems with adjectives and verbs throughout, but seems to be more here are a few poetic things I wrote and a poetic passive way to expand on it.
1. (Informal.) Give a formal example, or a 2. And 3. Or drop the number, spacing and formatting kind of distracting
For there was a petrol pump 5km down the highway
and the sun was beating down and what I thought most about the
clump of trees nondescript to a city eye,
was why no one stopped here, or perhaps, why I did. I really like how you don't use the colors you're defining.
Black
/blak/
adjective
1. (Informal.)
Emptiness always spreads from anonymous places,
places which change form in details that are occasional
metaphors. The morning has come and gone, and at noon
you see everything but never see enough. This is prose but still cool as a method, defining poems through prosery, I don't really like the use of 'occasional metaphors'
Black was the color
at night
of a frosted glass window
framed in Teak.
The wind lent a sepia tone so why didn't you bolden 'black' and explain it's use here? Cool story though
to a monochrome world.
Sepia
/ˈsiːpɪə/
noun
1. (Formal.)
Our homes tell us we are aging, that the creases of the world
are making their way into our skin. We have accustomed ourselves
to the absence of movement – Standing still as we are thrown back in time.
We reached out to each other’s arms only to drown in an endless distance. I had to look up sepia
Black faded into grey and
through it you could see me
in pigmented shades,
faded and intense,
at uncanny intervals. Starting with black again, I'm looking for patterns . I'm picturing this like at the beginning of fight club Edward Norton's character has random flashes of his alter ego in the scenes, can't imagine uncanny intervals
Grey
/greɪ/
noun
1. (Formal.)
When the clouds came as foretold, they brought with them only
certain truths while obscuring others. When they sent their waters
crashing down onto a half formed world, our questions danced naked
in a muddy revelry that ever so slightly was eternal.
And as the tendrils
of your silence
teetered in through cracks
I was reborn in scarlet
on Zen garden snow. Why not black again?
Scarlet
/'skɑ:lət/
noun
1. (Informal.)
The words were still lovers when they burned apart.
Their ashes left a bittersweet, gravelly taste.
[/quote]
And I wish there was a more obvious connection between each of the poems. Otherwise I thought it was pretty cool
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