Oddly Enough

Oddly enough

undefined in placement,

floating amidst two degrees from nowhere

oddly, comfortable in this location,

sense has a reserved seat

colors chasing clouds dressed up in pretend,

simplicity

life yet to be sketched, there is time for definitions

tomorrow

and tomorrow

red will blend with blue and sorrow with joy

unexpected pleasures will be just that

unexpected

and joys...

found gazing at tiny details comprised

nothing of significance wrapped in greatness

wafting in the appreciation of a painting,

a story, an effort of someone else

or sadly, not at all

And not at all

echoed answers to reticent questions

laced with maybes floating in aromas

soft under shadows harsh

replies of yes

swept along with expectations

drowning

confusion mistaken for definitive awareness

blurred lines of day and night settle

restlessly

waiting only for itself, time moves on

Oddly enough

(c) Stephany Borders

October 2012

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oddly enough....there is art, painting and poetry...and pretend art wrapped up in a nice, elegantly worded or painted package with all the frills, and a bow...that suffers from a lack of depth from the artist...pretend feelings that we may just fall for...and yet there is the simplicity of real art that captures the complexities of life..and what art really is ,(like this poem does) on several levels.
j.

[Stephany]

Thank you Jacob, sometimes you just have to drift...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

exactly......................

[Chris]

...'til it isn't odd, or enough.

Seawall thoughts - read on a spring's day.