How to replicate
How to create
Stillness, silence
Peace
Engagement
Find one window
Note all, yes everything
Which you see there
Come, and go
At various
Times of day
In all kinds
Of weather
Let your mood be
As it is
As it wishes
As it finds itself
Zoom in
Zoom out
Describe the leaves
Of leaves
As being what you see
Of course John, black and sex
How could you not think of them together
Why, didn’t we all get married in black suits
And go to raucous society do’s in black ties
Don’t modern girls crave a little black dress
And just how far is it John
From parading our wanton sexuality
(In whatever black robes we can muster)
To where black suggests something stronger
About desire, passion, negligence, indulgence
Is that why she screamed at you John
Had the black taken you a little too far
You surprise me John
So soon after saying you won’t use colour
You talk of the blue of blueberries being sexy
Now I must tell you, that Genevieve and myself
Stood naked in a stream, eating blueberries
And so I concur with you conclusion
That the blue of blueberries is indeed sexy
And also blue as a prize, for on that day John
After paddling, we shared the bigger prize
I don’t know the piece by Schubert
But I do agree, that Parker, of all the jazzmen
Had the colour blue engraved upon his soul
Your book gave me Klein, also, thankfully
It gave me Matisse, and Yuri Gagarin
Won’t each layer of colour
On a flat surface
Change both itself
And the colour beneath it
In the same way that geologists
Take core samples of rocks
Could we not have a sideways look
At the many layers of blue
And does not each layer
Allow the artist
Another hour of contemplation
To bring his blue to the surface
Then John, to light that plane
Which will now neither be
Flat nor true, yet we are able to imagine
A whole lifetime in that one colour
At first reading I thought you were on speed
Or that you had taken one two many
Of your painkilling drugs
But then I let your words slow me down
I discovered a new wavelength
I saw, and felt, your continuum
From white, to red, to black
Exactly as it is in life John
From birth, to being, to death
Best of all though, you took me back
Back to my childhood bedroom, where
Model aeroplanes hung from the starry ceiling
My father used to sit on my bed to tell me
The names of all of the colours in the world
He was the first to give me Cadmium Red
He spoke of red being an emotional colour
Indeed the highest of the high emotions
Coming along, at the beginning, and end of life
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