I've been lax about posting poetry exercises from Zelda's Inferno. (Actually, I've been lax about posting here in general; I've been focusing energy on testing for godan, fifth-degree black belt. I'll turn some focus back to restructuring my on-line presence in a few weeks, once that's wrapped up.) But here's a poem that developed out of this week's Zelda's exercise: write a series of three-line poems, each of which incorporates at least one color word. I wasn't originally intending them to connect, but I found I could string them together with one-word transition lines.
March Colors
washing dishes; seeing though the window
a grey March Sunday afternoon
as enlightened as anything else
then
scrub the sink
under the brown
there really is white
then
looking in the closet.
this blue shirt? No, same shade as my jeans
a black one instead
mirror
more grey hair, ah well
always wanted to be a wizard --
or maybe, cyborg chrome highlights?
paperwork
testing old pens
found in the bottom of a box
celebration of black, blue, and red
vacuum
small fragments of all colors
blend together covering everything in my house
up close the grey dust is a rainbow
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