Black and white
Begin endless adventure:
You see the b and the e on the page
Your slip down the tower of the b
Around the curve of its complete
Universe
Land on the ground and
Grasp the e,
That vowel responsible for
The long and the short of so
Many other vowels
And then you move to the ing
Which tells you now
In this instant
Or in this continuous moment:
If you take a breath,
You are breathing.
The whole business of being
Is breathing,
Is the soft petal of the rose
On your skin.
The scent of the rose
Becomes your breath
Because you breathe
Because you dream
You are the rose.
Black and white
Are the beginning of a dream:
The alphabet
Contains your soul.
12 Comments
cool poem, I love where it leads too so skillfully...
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It's unique and it takes us on a little trip through the imagination toward the wise conclusion. Really nice.
ReplyDeleteMy husband loved working black and white photography. He misses not having a dark room and developing his own pictures. I like the photo. I see a sort of drama in it.
Have a good weekend.
Super shot and words.
ReplyDeleterich like the folds of a B & W rose!
ReplyDeleteFriendly Aloha from Waikiki
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Beautiful use of language.
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane
Beautiful and deep.
ReplyDeleteLove the enigmatic melee of images swirling to the alphabet of the soul! A fascinating poem!
ReplyDeletea thrilling dream Sandy....beautiful and so poetic...!!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Sandy. I was following and thinking.
ReplyDeleteAfterwards now, I wonder, do the numerals also contain your soul, or the numbers for that matter?
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Very nice Sandy :)
ReplyDeleteI love your play on words. So beautiful Sandy.
ReplyDeleteso unique and yes black and white is the only begging, we can paint after that,,
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.