A contemporary poem about the colour chooses a side, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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At noon the wall split its light in two. Blue kept the windows; red took the floor. I stood where the paint had stopped agreeing, holding a brush like a small flag. By evening, every colour had crossed the room. Only the white remained— not neutral, just waiting to be blamed.
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A familiar world tilts by one degree, enough to expose the quiet strangeness beneath routine.
A contemporary poem about where the colours meet, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
A surreal free-verse poem where a figure sits beneath a cloud for a face, balancing vulnerability, identity, and weather on a rooftop of red tiles.
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