contrast
ok, let's put our hands on the dial
or is it a slider, or depressing button,
no matter, shove or turn it all the way
up to the top white, where all is light
did you see it?, as it all bleached out
just before you went to polar snow
all the things seen before, your vision,
it was all there, kids, lovers, loss,
vacations, court dockets, grocery check out
now let's turn the knob back again
all the way counterclockwise, or down
back to black, ok, see my hand in front?
how many fingers can you see?, none right?
but you can still hear me, I'm right here
all the dreams in all the black
after your parents left, and the
homestead was sold at auction, purged
you left school soon after, took a job
keep your fingers on the knob and
now slowly turn it toward middle up
and see all the shades of monochromes
or radiant spectrums of chromatic choice
its not the white that makes it right
or the black that takes it back
but all the contrast in the middle
the edges of contrast that show meaning
© agoodguy2have 2010-08-04
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
when you reach a point, it's the gray that matters ;-)
Comments (6)
Thank you Agoodguy for a colorful''..advice .