A Trip to the Supermarket (Poetry Marathon 2022 Hour 3)<\/p>\n
Painting within the lines
\nFinding the right ruler to measure
\nWith colors found in nature
\nColoring in by numbers
\nPainting becomes a number game
\nSuperrealism superimposed on reaslism
\nMy hand shakes with anticipation
\nAnd slips across the page
\nAnd all thought of accuracy evaporates
\nSo you can see from the evidence
\nOf page after page found in the garbage
\nI cannot draw
\nI have a camera<\/p>\n
Still life photos
\nDownloaded to our computers
\nWe run them through
\nPrograms to saturate them with colors
\nMy favorite photo is a weeping willow
\nIn a meadow near the desert
\nWhere the extreme heat
\nCreates vivid waves
\nUpon a clear background
\nMy favorite color is a hue of purple
\nNot found in nature
\nThe extreme sun washes out
\nAny hope of shadow
\nI choose no shadow
\nIn the box
\nI choose no wind
\nIn the box
\nI choose no people
\nIn the box
\nThe meadow is barren
\nLife is still
\nPurple fills the box
\nI draw in some hills
\nAnd some clouds
\nThe sky is a contrasting green
\nMore green
\nContrasts well with the purple tree leaves
\nAnd pinkish meadow
\nI do not draw within the lines
\nI do not choose colors found in nature
\nI am not very good with instructions generally
\nBut yes I am on my way to buy groceries
\nIn the same supermarket
\nWhere housewives go with their shopping lists
\nAnd husbands go with their cell phones
\nTo ask if that is what you mean
\nBut I would rather take my camera
\nAnd take pictures of Campbell soup cans
\nAnd saturate the colors to purple and green
\nUntil the photo becomes indistinguishable
\nFrom a lonely purple tree flowering purple in a meadow
\nWithin a still life of pinkish weeds, under a green sky<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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