I thought I'd have a go at spontaneous writing a la Kerouac, and to keep it fresh I'll just write it here which takes it out of my hands straight away. Theme: Love (blaaah, blaaaah, I hear you cry)
Love
If love had a colour what would it be
Would it be the red glow of fire in the heart
Or the blue afterglow of disappointment
Would it pale grey the face of floom
Or fill it again with the pink blush of pleasure
If love had a sound what would it be
Would it sound sharp like the piercing cry of separation
Or would it be the whisper of lovers met
Would it be the pleading voice in need of understanding
Or the purr of satisfaction at the evenings end
What can you give for love or sacrifice
What can bring it to you
If love could be derived from the senses
Which sense would it be
Can you taste love or feel it
It cannot have a smell
But then if it does not appear to us
Is there love at all?
4 comments:
Ok, so not that great, but a good exercise and i'll think I'll try it again some other time. That was meant to be bloom by the way, not 'floom'!
Actually I think you should keep in 'floom' - I liked it!
Alright mam, the 'floom' will stay and it will henceforth mean .... I feel a little like Robert Robinson on Call my Bluff. 'Floom' - it's a toilet which turns into a water slide when you flush; it's a flick of the wrist that sets of an automatic explosion; or it's a flower that blooms unseen ... 'floom', what is it?
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