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My memories are videos, overclear stills
No one directing the mercy of our wills
Hours, years, tugging at an acre of fabric
Blue sky, dry grass, smooth cold bamboo dirtied by small excited feet

The world was elementary, primary colors
From art class to the house, bright and distinct
Separate and whole and honest
The world only was, and the world was house
Car
School
Existing within, without of a circle

But now the circle has been shattered and rebuilt
The colors blurred
And though it is beautiful
A sphere of dynamic, whirring, exhilarating pulsation
Change incarnate
It’s still change

And I miss the days
when the color wheel was multiple single colors
Stolidly purple
Fiercely green
Wholly blue
Instead of gray

Gray is also beautiful
And I guess it’s interesting
But it isn’t the color wheel



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Hobbit@Heart said...
Nov. 23, 2011 at 5:47 pm:
Great poem! The color wheel always frustrated me because it took me forever to get the lines straight...
 
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readerwriter85 said...
Sept. 10, 2011 at 5:16 pm:
Hey guys! This is a poem I wrote a while back about my childhood. I used to have an art teacher in elementary school who I loved, and she had a color wheel up near the front of her room. It was so simple and vibrant, and it made me think about what life was like back then. Check out my other poems, and watch out for more!
 
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