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Time Passes

March 23, 2011
By alicen1ndrland GOLD, Bethesda, Maryland
alicen1ndrland GOLD, Bethesda, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
“The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.”
~Oscar Wilde
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
~William Butler Yeats

Everything is colored blue
Blue is the water where my conscience drowns;
Cold are the memories of robin’s egg days, as
I try to warm them with futile flames.

As corpses rot
The pendulum slows down, and we are left alone with
Far too many cerulean seconds; the Devil
Never had much time for sinners.

As marble crumbles
Angels weep sapphires in heaven
Sending deep blue rain into jaded memories
And I can’t help but think of cream-colored summers.

As souls age into eternity
Fresh teal waters all but evaporate
Leaving blue-black scum on the riverbed
Inches of sludge clog what remains of the waterway.

So as we soar
Over turquoise fields and pastures
Every sky blue rumination
Will be swept away into the storm clouds we wrought yesterday.

The author's comments:
I am reading the Great Gatsby (an incredible read, you should all go out and buy a copy. And also read it.) in my English class, and we were talking about color symbolism and its significance. I wanted to play with the idea of dual meaning for a single color in the same work. I don't know that this poem achieved that, but I like it anyways.

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