IndiSTING[wish]able

By glasshouse

(or: The Rainbow IS the Box)

Slipping on white lies
Sipping on white wine
Feeling the blues
And the violets[ence].

A strangled silence

Choked

Evoked a green for smoke

A fiend
For jokes and jealous
In the reddest ….
Reddest possible way.

Two hundred shades…
Each a different gray

All accolades
To the days of praise
When the rainbow
Held the only hues imaginable

With labels,
And sense to be made of it all

Unstable

Now unable to distinguish
The colors--
--From the intoxicating concepts

A deep breath--

--From the notion of living one more day.

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Published on Tuesday, July 8, 2008. Filed under: "Poetry"

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November 24th, 2020

Comments on "IndiSTING[wish]able"

On Wednesday, December 9, 2020, Jonas Robinson (848) wrote:

Nice play on words. I enjoyed this because of the white wine and the ease of interpretation. Thank you for sharing and congrats on poem of the day. :)
On Monday, February 29, 2016, Lab Rat (124) wrote:

I agree... get your ass back here.
On Friday, August 8, 2008, Elegant Kiss (178) wrote:

You still write. :) And you're still absolutely gorgeous.
On Wednesday, August 6, 2008, lordshadow (153) wrote:

I've been looking for something to respark my inspiration... this may be it.
On Wednesday, July 9, 2008, What Limes (54) wrote:

welcome back. triumphant return.
On Tuesday, July 8, 2008, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

Verbal karate wordplay. Killer. Had such a desperate tone. Like lashing out. But yeah, my favorite part is the incredible lyrical acrobatics. Missed your new stuff on the list. Write on.
On Tuesday, July 8, 2008, Rachel (210) wrote:

Wow, Jess. This is phenomenal. Just... wow. *bookmarks*