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White

"WHITE"
White is a vacant colour there is no substance there is no depth there is no surface to check beneath ... White is a base colour Ground Zero where light drowns a doorless holding cell for murdered souls who wait and wonder lost no escape routes, a captive place on a blank page, where thoughts walk around in circles in white shrouds with wobbling blancmange gazes looking for their lost life story's words ink invisible erased forever swallowed in White’s nothingness White is not pure Poppies powdered frost Opium of an empty mind Cocaine cut in lines across a wordless page a non-dimensional space where sinners meet their lost God in their white drugged vapid snowstorm brains White is the torture of Endlessnism a straight jacket padded room no windows, doors, no floor just never ending light switched on a patient NeuroCell Nootropic sea floating, no there is no surface, no memory to check beneath the white pills clouds that do not storm nor free screams no longer dream in colour White has sucked them in, no memories, White is blind can’t see White is powerless with no sovereign, no dominion nothing but Eternity White is a vacant colour there is no substance there is no depth there is no surface to check beneath … White Noise Writer's block Delete (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
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Imtiaz Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 12:39 PM
Hi Leanne You have pointed out the things which are real about white but no other pointed it out. I like your way of thinking in a different way thanks
Imtiaz Avatar
March 15, 2018 at 10:17 AM
Yes You are right LLB
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 1:48 PM
Thank you Imtiaz. I think a person could get incredibly lost forever in white.
One Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 10:31 AM
White is a blank expression... Like your take on the colour white.. Enjoying the variety in your poems...
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 2:20 PM
I really am considering a departure from my norm' and venturing into something totally new... as long as I'm revealing a story of some kind, that makes a person think and they have crossed over into the story, I am in heaven. Thanks for the compliment.
Smith Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 7:44 AM
Yes, many of "white" poems of mine have ended in the trash bin. Great write.
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
January 27, 2018 at 8:16 AM
LOL...sometimes, white is not the best colour. Thanks Tim.
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