“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label white space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label white space. Show all posts
Saturday, June 4, 2016
Blank as a sheet
The white space
was where to put the truth
It makes some
uncomfortable.
Black seems more
accommodating
since dark energy and dark matter
abounds.
Night conceals and reveals all
color theory,
holes condense, space expands
whence we
subcontracted time
to finish
painting the picture
in tones.
Image credit By English: Clarence Hudson White (1873/1925) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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