CONTRASTS
intuitive
enthralling
with the startlin
discoveringstartling
of
commonality
paired together
receptive
&
so highly
esoteric
& radiant
a mystical theosophy
developing
exceptional
possibilities
of
controversial comparisons
yet
is profound
tactful
with
considerations
tinged
in an elegiac
mood
juxtaposed
individuality
unfurled
in
inscrutable
mysterious
shadows
marks
the sense
of being
in
magnificent
rectilinear
strokes
marvellous
engrossing
& illuminating
throughout
the
mind
& consciousness
in
the
mystery journey
so
wondrous
to fascinate
the lyricism
in
the complexity
of time
light
&space
SHAPES
so playful
&
revelatory
yet
& strange
captivating
meticulous
& exquisite
full
of
conceived
emotion
a stunning
series
of radiants
striations
dotted here
& there
with a
sense
of
the evocative
ambiguity
to
evoke
an
array
of
the
subtle
to
conflate
&exquisitely
condense
the
understatement
back &forth
in
a
rectilinear
seam
of nothingness
in
a
visual diary
of
yesterdays
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Let green not your wonder red,
Less your square, that I blue.
Though I now orange fifty hexagons,
I have grey, and have, rhombus.
Shapes, though divine, colored things;
Some have brown as old again.
And it turquoise not always scarlet,
Pastels, or fortune maroon the grace,
Or the rectilinear, or the line dot;
But order and the truth,
With the polygonal passion,
Gives the molder weight and fashion.
If hue then tint hear the story,
First, paint you to be tan
That you never blonde till now
Either whom to shape or how;
But be yellow as soon with purple
When pink hear that this is she
Of whose hue it was sung,
She shall color the old wall young,
Build the dog-nose wet age at brown dawn,
And let olive green hide decay,
Till she be the heavens gate why
All the sphere for prism may lie.
I am a very special shape; I have four sides and four lines straight.
Look beyond my words, and see the shape that I am destined to
Be. I'm not just random words drawn out of thin air, I am much
More than that. I am a quadrilateral with four right angles and I
Have two lines of reflectional symmetry and rotational symmetry.
My angles are rectilinear; my sides meet at right angles. You
Learn this at school with your ABC's, practice your studies and
You will see some other fine examples of me.
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