mostly blue and some yellow

April 21, 2010 at 6:47 am | Posted in poetry, writing | 18 Comments
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Pure genius. Strikingly beautiful.

Comment by Brad— April 21, 2010 #
Wow, absolutely stunning poem. A meandering through thoughts and the late afternoon and life and acceptance. The ending is perfect. I love this one. Did you scan that in or photograph it? (I’m still getting my head around wordpress formatting and you seem to have solved the problem).

Comment by Gabrielle Bryden— April 21, 2010 #
a clarity of vision so beautifully written it is absolutely breathtaking!

Comment by tipota— April 21, 2010 #
Just a hint of green too in those words floating. I love the way you are experimenting with visuals … the joy in the process shines through in the words.

Comment by Narnie— April 21, 2010 #
Stunning Mr. Squires, but I bet you know this. Just stunning work.

Comment by Val— April 22, 2010 #
the nice thing about this, apart from the amazing poem, is that i have saved it under my images and now and then my screensaver will show me it…

Comment by screamish— April 22, 2010 #
Two poems in one. Love the structure.

Comment by Cocoyea— April 22, 2010 #
I just love it when you wax poetic this way. This is so beautiful. I was just telling Abner he is not a poet just because some girl told him so. It happened like this.

The chickens got drunk

eating the leavings from the sour mash.

They all tried to stand on one leg and fell over so

I put Abner to standing them up

so they wouldn’t get brain damage.

Abner came home from school

and told me a gal liked that he was a poet.

So I scratched my head and asked Abner,

What did you tell that gal?

He said, “Only, I was up most the night righting poultry”

Hope you’re smiling. )

Comment by Fabian G. Franklin— April 23, 2010 #
yum xxx

Comment by beeskiffle— April 24, 2010 #
Paul, you are a genius. This one was like a beautiful chord, made all the more beautiful when played by a musician who is utterly lost in his playing. It stirred up memories in me, of days when slowness was me, and my days were all slowness itself. Memories of how, and not too long ago too, I was in touch with my Self, pausing perpetually and suddenly capable of this stillness with flowers. It has been some time I have been out in my garden by myself, and even if the heat here did not make it impossible, my absence would have remained the same. Memories of a certain innocence when lemon and ginger tea was my staple and i had chosen for a life without the races of rats.

I am sad that I have lost touch with all of that. And sad that I have also lost touch with your writing. But uncontrollably joyful for how beautifully it continues to grow and blossom like a spring flower in a soft breeze.

Comment by Sumedh Prasad— April 24, 2010 #
paul, realleeee reallleee like this eecummings state of mind… captured the stretch and squeeze of a yawning day passin by…. it is good to come by and smell a light floating scent of something happening… taking time off from the everyday sorta things has made an impression… tho i long for the gay pirate speakin in tongues…

Comment by pieceofpie— April 24, 2010 #
There’s so much to love about this poem, and others say it better than I can — the drifting, the spaces, the longings and acceptance and acquiescence. The teas and topiary clouds (who tamed those clouds into classical shapes?).

It is stunning indeed and magical, a poem-picture in which one wants to dwell a long,long time.

Comment by aletha— April 25, 2010 #
And with this poem you have achieved greatness.

Bravo.

Did you know that blue and yellow are complimentary colors?

On a weird tangent, I also use a garden and flower imagery in a recent poem- but this is just absolutely stunning, Paul. My hat off to you.

Comment by harmonie22— April 27, 2010 #
lovely, lovely, lovely.

having gained the benefits / of slowness, the empty pauses / are rich reward between the sometimes rumble . . . (and on)

I hope this is framed somewhere.

have you ever joined in the August postcard poetry event? i haven’t, but visual poems such as this would be perfect for it, methinks.

Comment by The Accidental Novelist— April 27, 2010 #
stunning, Paul

perfect testimony to National Poetry Month here in the States

Comment by art predator— April 28, 2010 #
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Pingback by How To Celebrate Poetry Month: My New Favorite Poem « art predator— April 28, 2010 #
Hi Paul, just thought I’d randomly stop in and see what you are up to — and here I find myself struck with this superb poem! Wow.

I’d love to say more but I am in the middle of law school exam period! I miss blogging. One more year of law school and then hopefully I can get back in to writing and participating in this lovely blogging community.

Take care.

—-Peter

Comment by Peter— May 1, 2010 #
missing you today, Paul…miss you most days actually but today I’d sure like to be exchanging emails like we used to do

Comment by Gwendolyn Alley aka Art Predator— September 16, 2011 #