| General Poetry posted July 6, 2008 |
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There are many forms of sight.
Earthen Shades
by Mike K2
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How to describe the color brown?
Being knee jerk and smart-ass, the color brown is something you do everyday that really stinks. To dwell and faithfully answer this question shows that I am less sighted then I think. Best to hand you a bunch of dried leaves, feel the edge; running smooth, lobbed or that sawtooth that can cut and vex. Feel one surface and it is as smooth as glass, the other side is vein-filled and as if in braille its character is complex. Think of smells, like freshly brewed coffee with that aroma of burnt caramel. Or of tea, with hintingly fruity and tannic steam; both warms the body and enchants the soul well. For its' sound, we head out into the woods and listen to the rustling leaves as they dance about. One leaf, scrapes along in its own song. Others combine into a symphony or in syncopation, like a Cajun rout. Poets and writers like to use this time between Autumn and Winter, to express death and feelings that are sad. But jump up and down, the ground is also brown and your support, those same smells from beverages can be had. Brown is amazingly simple as it dissolves and breaks down. Yet surprisingly complicated as it is the substrate where life will once again abound. |
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A lot of inspiration went into this. The Maryland School for the Blind is just a short distance away and really, for the most part they do fine and I wanted to describe brown as they know it, through all of the other senses. To me, brown is a simple color, but I mix printing ink as one of my jobs and it is the most complex out of the spectrum to get right. Usually the largest ingredient is transparent white followed by three or four other colors at minute amounts. That turns getting a brown right into about the biggest pain in the ass I am subjected to. Also, I take nature as it comes, all seasons. The end of Autumn keeps me out the longest, it is the most comfortable, with the most going on. I wanted to get back at the recondite writers and poets that have to use it to signify death and sadness. To me, it is the gestation that leads to winter, in my opinion the birth of purity and time to rest a bit more.
Last, I have to share this experience that happened when I attended a housewarming barbecue a couple of doors down. I sat at a table with a very nice couple and had great conversations. They both worked and told me of the sights of their travels. They had a daughter that was fairly young and I thought she was very nice as she got them food. I didn't realize until she put the both of them in a line and led them to the car that that couple was completely blind. I felt snookered!
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and 2 member cents. Last, I have to share this experience that happened when I attended a housewarming barbecue a couple of doors down. I sat at a table with a very nice couple and had great conversations. They both worked and told me of the sights of their travels. They had a daughter that was fairly young and I thought she was very nice as she got them food. I didn't realize until she put the both of them in a line and led them to the car that that couple was completely blind. I felt snookered!
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