Have you a set of those fridge magnets that consist of itty-bitty words that you can put together?
It seems to take very little effort to make poetry-of-a-kind.* Sort of like colour-by-number paintings, only not quite. Because unlike colour-by-number paintings, the finished product takes shape much more spontaneously, which is odd, considering there are only about 200 words one can use.
Anyhoo, somehow, quite pleasing verse can be composed by the most unlikely guests, seemingly painlessly, possibly because there are a limited number of words, and therefore necessity is the mother of invention.
The only problem is, because of the lack of joining words, the results are treacly-thick with adjectives and whey-thin on verbs.
But, and this is the most important thing, it makes me happy!
|Fridge poem. By Me.|
Colour is My Inspiration
Floating cherry haze in spring, or
Golden dusk: autumn orchard shimmers as
A dark ruby sunburst spear ignites a plum.
Orange ginger exotic idol shine against a
Dusty indigo empire army uniform,
Ghostly cream feather float down in a sultry jungle night.
An ebony lunar eclipse poised amid ethereal cloud's veil,
Silent turquoise skyline silhouette
Bright violet moonlight cloaks a chill northern night.
In the garden a feisty crimson silken dragon lily glows.
In the forest a tender moss froths the plummeting waterfall.
Colour, pray absolve, dissolve me.
Delight my soul.
Carry my intoxicated spirit.
|Dusk from the front garden, one evening last week.|
* Probably wouldn't win any literarary∞ competitions...
∞ literarary is one of those words that's easy to say, but difficult to stop. Like cinnaninnamon.
Today's post is inspired by Jay of the Depp Effect.