Softly Off-Colored Poem - 1

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Poet's Notes: A new poem from my 4th week in a Stanford continuing education class offered on the internet, a study of free verse and structure. We were directed to write as unconsciously as we could for 5 minutes, then after an hour or so to attempt to pull material of interest from what we have written to compose a free verse poem. What follows immediately is my source material for the poem that follows below it. I hope you will enjoy both.

I am planning to do a number of poems using this title. I thought about calling the poem 'Colored Poem #1,' the 'Not White Poem #1,' but using 'Softly Dirty Poem #1' to suggest both a touch of color and sensuality was the winning idea and will be the title for each new poem in the series as I complete them, i.e.. 'Softly Dirty Poem #2' which will be based on the color Orange, etc.

My source material:

Green like a valley following a river, green like an ocean after a storm, green emotions, queasiness, sickness, jealousy, green grass soft to the touch, a green sky ominous calling, green houses, green autos, green paint, a green truck with green headlights and fluorescent under lights that seems ominous, green spaces, Green Peace with dancers in green tutus that skip like green pebbles across a dark green pond, green clothing on girls that look like they want to go somewhere, they simply want to go…. take me! fireworks laced with green like skirts that explode at your touch, leaving only softness behind and hot memories of green smoke.

Green like trees following a river what choice do they have really green returning to the ocean after a storm green emotions queasiness waves of sickness jealousy grass chewed to puke out poison even as night falls a darkly ominous forest tinted sky greenhouses reflecting early stars shimmering leaf-like auras green autos spread like dominos at a drive-in movie a tricked out goblin’s pickup with dark windows and green headlights and a staticky green light coming from where sun doesn't shine green voids filling green spaces Green Peace, with dancers in green tutus and pointe shoes that skip like moss covered stones across an ocean deep pond or verdant field green jeans, green skirts on girls that look like they want to go somewhere they’re ready to go, now! TAKE ME! bottles of green beer empty! what happened to our leprechaun? Fireworks like galaxies laced with green jeans, skirts, bras that explode at your touch smears of green across an impressionistic sky leaving only softness behind naked thighs that pillow your head, as you breath deeply the smoky green residue that burned into her flesh too Green musk hangs from twilight’s enveloping arms and covers the saturated moors of imagination like a morning fog that rises to greet a vibrant dawn pressing her down deep into the green

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