Friday, October 15, 2010

Red










Violet
Indigo
Blue
Green
Yellow
Orange
(and conspicuous by its absence-
staining teeth, bedsheets,
flower buds and thread)
Not the colour purple
but...

-Jason



she looked around for a sign.
fairy lights twinkled
from the sides of the street.
and endless rows
of tail lights
stretched ahead of her in lines.
both colored in the same vein.
and still they said
the most different things.
she looked around desperately
for a sign.

-Nikita
















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8 comments:

  1. savieraDecember 16, 2010 at 12:47 PM

    i love jason's version of this :):):)

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  2. Jason and NikitaDecember 27, 2010 at 12:26 PM

    Agreed :) I love the hidden idea in: "not the colour purple"
    -Nikita

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  3. SivakamiApril 15, 2012 at 12:06 PM

    Jason, FTW! Why thread though?

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  4. wordwornApril 15, 2012 at 4:30 PM

    Have you ever flown a kite?
    Also, dyeing fabric.

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    1. chai timeApril 22, 2012 at 3:39 PM

      honestly even im not sure i like being thrown of my instinctive guess with the thread bit..the rest of the poem is stunning.

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    2. wordwornApril 22, 2012 at 3:57 PM

      Thank you. May I ask what your instinctive guess was? One thing I like about poetry is that there are so many ways to read the same thing :)

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  5. chai timeApril 22, 2012 at 3:42 PM

    nikita:i am amazed by the way in which fantasy('fairy lights'..wow) and reality embrace and reject each other so flawlessly..amazing..

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  6. ReshmaApril 22, 2012 at 5:34 PM

    @Nik: I relate in my own interpretation, hence, I love.
    @Jason: I keep feeling more awed at how much you can say in so few words. Yet, I don't understand the hidden meaning in 'not the colour purple'?

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