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brittle light
brittle light
Jun 03, 2016 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Destination: Unknown

I have a shirt I like.
I wear it often;
long sleeves, collar, and breast pocket.
I think it's called aquamarine.

And a favorite chair;
arm rests, scooty wheels,
black, of fake leather, my guess.

Living with the familiar,
such as previously mentioned,
facilitates and expedites
excursions of thought.

At the drop of a hat
an adventure begins;
exciting
spontaneous
and sometimes,
scary as hell itself.

Daring
the dark ages
ferreting out dormant superstitions.

Challenging
the medieval
chiding a supercilious sense of chivalry and bravado.

Confronting
the modern era, and a pesky post-modernist
...well that one's just imponderable!

Then 'pop'...back to familiarity
sans tacky souvenirs, or jet lag.

Ah!, it's good to be home!

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

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Region, Country: upstate New York USA, USA

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Comments

vandiemenspeak

vandiemenspeak

9 years 1 month ago

Like the way this reads..

Without fuss or pretence, a brief incursion into daydream. Then a questioning of the dark age of thought or superstition, a self-reflective journey, from the comfort of your own chair. I can relate to this.
Also, very funny, I also have no fucking idea about colour (color for you spelling heretics) either! I once painted an entire kids bedroom, in what I took to be, on the face of it, lilac. Apparently violent purple wasn't appreciated - by anyone.

Thanks, enjoyed.

Chris.

brittle light

brittle light

9 years 1 month ago

So many of the people I know

So many of the people I know are actually afraid of thought, real thought...even daydreams become nightmares, so they get hyper active, running all over
the place, never wanting to be alone for more than a few minutes at a time...sad!

Glad you enjoyed this piece...most thinking people, I hoped, would relate at least to the theme, if not the style. Glad you liked that too...two birds on that one!

I sometimes get freaked a little when I go outside in the sunlight, and see how different the colors of my clothes are than what I had thought them to be.
Now I usually just dress in grays and black (sometimes that turns out to really be a dark blue) sobeit! We color our world with colorful language.

thanks Chris