If there was a veil that diaphanous mattered
it might be true that blue was colored wrong,
but if blue is colored wrong all hope shatters
so, down to the swamp to amble around frogs
stepping over mucky sucking pancake batter
finding in green cricket mud a choral throng.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
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Perception... It makes me think of the way we 'perceive' the world..or people around us..often through a filter...often distorted..the filter of our own perceptions..Bringing on them our own 'colors' and meaning... Love both the music and the color of the words Gerry..Great poem!
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