on 20/11/02 8:28 pm, Gary Blankenship at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> I'm sat in the shade
> where the colours fade
> into shadows of rainbows
> Lynn
>
> Poems
>
> poems are not just black and white
> neither are they grey
> they are colours
> sometimes they co-ordinate
> other times they clash
>
> Lynn
>
> Poems may be gray,
> or dark enough to seem white,
> but hit by the right light
> such a splash of color,
> Picasso would wear shades.
>
> Gary
>
> smile
>
>
>
> Poems may be weightless
> or heavy as wet snow
> either way they land
> they feel better off your chest.
>
> smile,
> Barbara
>
> I'm sat in the shade
> where the colours fade
> into shadows of rainbows
> Lynn
>
>
> in the darkest room,
> the poetry in a cobweb,
> in a mouse's squeak,
> lights the corners
>
> Gary B
On a shelf in a cupboard
in a dark room in a house
in a scary street
a poem
SallyE
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