the color of life
“Tell me your color of life, and I will tell you who you are. But that isn’t the point, not really. The point is for you to know who you are. The point is, once again, to stretch language.” — Beth Kephart, Handling the Truth
The color of life is
the glow of a
summer sunrise as
scarlet turns to silver.
turn into the
If I collect enough
will my life glow, too?
A note about my process —
This prompt was another challenge from Handling the Truth. You read the first few lines of Gerald Stern’s poem “Eggshell” and then you ask, “What is the color of life?”
I started writing in prose, as I always do. I was surprised to find a poem waiting to break out. Instead of fighting with it — because I like to tell myself I don’t write poetry very well, and certainly not well enough to share outside of classroom walls — I let this poem crawl out.
I’m so glad I did, because I’m not sure I would have gotten to the real point fo the writing — to know who I am and to stretch language.
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