Colorado Calixta

 Outside                       the world

is                                             every   shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always

drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside

white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                  blood                           calls.

 Outside                       the world

is                                             every   shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always

drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside

white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                 blood                           calls.

Outside           the world

is                                  every shade

of lazy

white.

My blinds                    are always                   drawn

but not

this Christo

night.

I           want

to wake           in my

white               bed

inside                           white

walls

And                                         revel

as a seam

of red where

warm

                   blood                           calls.

4 Responses to “Colorado Calixta”

  1. eduardo says:

    Mesmerizing structure. Nifty conjoining of your painting and your poetry.

    Poetry contains different levels of meaning, and here’s one that has differing levels of poems—or different levels revealing different poems. Not each of the three passes needsbe read in the same word-order, following the same pathways.

    No engagement for the poet; no engagement for the reader. (Apologies to Uncle Robert for paraphrasing his edict.)

    • wordweed says:

      So glad you like the concrete form. This piece started out as two couplets but needed something more. So I made it slow snow, and the three run-throughs were a happy accident, at first. As I posted in the scrambled text that I had just converted into html, the poem appeared in duplicate. I decided I liked it, and added a third pass through to help this feel more incantatory, like a spell. And your suggestion here to read the poem in any chosen order of words is simply brilliant, and one I did not at first imagine, and now think, but of course.

  2. Fey says:

    Oh now you know I be loving me a spatially oriented poem with a bright red.
    Bow

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