White on White

I can feel the sun calling me.

Here from my deck.

‘Come, let us play catch.’

Though my blindfolds are not pixels, contrast and such.

White on white is my disposition…

And, that is a colorblind far worse than being…

A poet without a pen.

A photo without charm.

An artist without a doubter’s den.


far worse…

Is to languish, lavishly, an unimaginative pen.white on white 2

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.