Saturday, August 07, 2010

Early Morning Thoughts

It was around 4am.  For no particular reason I sat out in the living room with a pad of paper, unsure of what to write.  I looked around, considered the decorating.  A white-rimmed mirror caught my eye.  I wrote two pages of verses about it, and had an epiphany: I write much better when I take in my surroundings.

The white-rimmed mirror
Flickers with white candles
Burning their white flames
Into white smoke.

The white-rimmed mirror
Reads covers of white books
In white fonts
With white description.

The white-rimmed mirror
Reflects its white self
With white guilt
At white perception.

The white-rimmed mirror
Turns silver white
And gold to white washed air
Without white mercy.

The white-rimmed mirror
Shows non-white spectrums
But ignores them in white memory,
White history.

The white-rimmed mirror
Sees deep into white clouds
Past white atmosphere,
White heaven.

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