BLUEPRINT

Opinions on the nature of being For Instance

Categorically, I am the age I am
and classed according
to statistical evidence
of where I should be.

My existence is documented
in uniform black ink digits,
the paper punched and placed;
perfectly centred in a file.

There are examples set
that I must follow,
specimens and prototypes
to study, within dictated times.

I am a strand of DNA underneath
this monochrome proof of Being;
today I will paint an ocean orange
and draw an apple blue.

©Cindy Taylor 2009

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28 Comments Add yours

  1. deepercolors says:

    I love this. I am classified as something I am not on the basis of my numerical age these days. Not! I may paint a few orange oceans myself!!!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Your blue poem came out lovely 🙂

  2. buttercup600 says:

    The nature of being…My DNA se dis byna tyd vir ‘n rooi wyntjie!! You are so very talented Cindy and I am so looking forward to read all you have to say. And very happy we have met!! Lekker dag vir jou vriendin oxo

    1. theonlycin says:

      Dagse maatjie, die griep het my beet, so al wat ek vandag gaan drink is medisyne. Lekker aand vir jou. xxx

  3. lickmypoetry says:

    Those colors together make the perfect sunset.
    How powerful your speaker must feel. Great poem. Sue

  4. Adeeyoyo says:

    The more we’re regimented, regulated, stereotyped, the stronger the urge to rebel – at least for me!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Yes adee, I hate being put in a box.

    2. nrhatch says:

      I agree!

      Be an artist . . . live by your own rules.

      1. theonlycin says:

        Live outside your rules 🙂

      2. nrhatch says:

        No rules . . . just right.

        Or . . . just write.

  5. the forms speak of externals only, the inner you escapes them

  6. Madmom says:

    Good one, Cindy.

  7. Rosemary says:

    When the winds of changes shift
    May your heart always be joyful
    May your song always be sung
    May you stay forever young… Bob Dylan
    Have a great week:)

    1. theonlycin says:

      Great song Rosemary, you too.

  8. Kavita says:

    Wow! We are sooo categorized and summarized… it’s like we are all some “items” to be recorded, or some samples in a science lab.. I don’t know whether to appreciate the this fact that our identities are made known to others (albeit by way of fingerprints, and DNA!), or to sneer at the impersonal nature of it all..
    A very thoughtprovoking poem, this !! Thanks for sharing this, Cindy..

    1. theonlycin says:

      I sometimes have to wonder if we are ‘real’.

  9. nrhatch says:

    Why do I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to pull out my paints and play with my palette? : )

    1. theonlycin says:

      Don’t ask why, just do it!

      1. nrhatch says:

        Playing with my palette:

        http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2010/07/21/playing-with-my-palette/

        Thanks, once again, for the inspiration.

  10. Paula says:

    Absolutely wonderful poem…Nancy sent me over to read it…so glad she did! I also love reading your comments on her site! I look forward to keeping up with your blog, and have added it to my blog roll! BTW, is the language above (besides English! Afrikaans?)

    1. theonlycin says:

      Thank you so much for your visit Paula.
      Yes, that is Afrikaans; buttercup is an ex-pat now living in Australia, we enjoy our bit of daily banter 🙂

  11. granny1947 says:

    Hello Love…I think this is one of your best!

    1. theonlycin says:

      Thanks my sweet friend *mwah*

  12. Mstrongair says:

    Beautiful!

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