Friday, June 20, 2008

As I Walked With Heavy Footsteps, I Saw My Soul Lying in the Bottom of a Garbage Can, Cold and Alone, yet Cared for, Nestled Among Bits of Newspaper.

Monkey
Monkey
Monkey
Monkey
Monkey
Monkey
Blue.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

A poem of aching simplicity, both word and colour. I feel the plight of the monkey, but also hopeful for the rest of us primates in this crazy old world... One blue monkey for 6 billion happy humans is a small price to pay :)

G.R. Freedman said...

Thank you for your interesting thoughts on my first foray into an epic poem; epic in visualization and subject matter if not in length. Did you notice that none of the colours in the visual are blue? That is where the greatest meaning of this work lies.