Belly of a Poem

By Trevor Reimer

April 2019

Falling down

down

down

a pool of color.

Pinks,

blues,

and yellows.

All mixing

and blending.

I get to a part

with dull, dreary,

lifeless colors.

I fall into a deep

slumber.

I awake to

colors

so bright

perhaps I might

throw up.

Perhaps I might

lose my

eyesight.

I begin to

wonder,

“Where am I

And where will I end?”

Am I inside

a painting?

Have I fallen

into a photograph?

A book?

No, a poem.

I am inside the

body of a poem.

The reds

are the poems of love.

The dull

is sad and tragic.

Yellow

the happiness

of past days and youth.