Green and Gray and Red

I am fading
I am yellow
I am narcissism incomplete

His heart is aching
His heart is broken
His heart is empty on the avenue

Wren waters with their trifles
Flutter black and white
And green for the summer

How to catalog
The cacophony of landing gear
In the wistfulness of Picasso’s nude—

The project of the day
The sundial dead at our feet
I forgot the childhood
Mallarme in the envelope
Half open, torn
Avec plaisir

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/25/2008 12:54PM by petersz.

I really like this one, Peter. It wasn't necessary for me to reach and dig to gather meaning, although taking the time to do so only added to it. The opening two stanzas were succinct and drew me in. I particularly like the third and fourth stanzas and the first two lines of S5. S5L3 feels out of place. Not sure if S5L4 has a typo or if intentional.

It was interesting to discover Mallarme as I wasn't aware of poets from the 18th century writing in such a way....described somewhere as a performing alchemy with words.

Good read.

Mary

Thanks for visiting, Mary. I like the way you carefully make your way through the poem. Yes, Marlarme is a gas. typo? What typo? I can't spell envelop.

amo,

Peter

envelope

Another fine read, Peter, I especially liked this:


Wren waters with their trifles
Flutter black and white
And green for the summer


Les

Les,

I was watching the birds flutter in my mind...there goes the imagination again.

Peter

Easiest of your recent work to put in song form....well done

Thanks, Johnny, I myself felt the rhythms as I wrote it.

amo,

Peter

I enjoyed this read too, Peter.

K.Q.

Thanks, Khalida

Peter