Colors My red beating heart In rhythm with all the green Wind in the trees Is blood in my veins And the sun rises Far south for the season Orange light in the pines Is fire in my soul Later on her yellow face Will smile upon the blue Then crash a violet violence In the sunset of my mind And deep within my soul I found The rainbow of the world Isn't more than one thing split The white of all my colors *** Just wrote this one up, let me know what y'all think
i like it. very evocative. i don't quite understand the last two lines though, not sure what you mean? i have to say i always think of the sun as a male. heh, but that's just me
white light contains all the colors, when it is split, like in a prism, you get colors. Anyways, thanks for your comments.
enjoyed this one; it has a clear flow to it, I really liked the structure of your stanza's; I read it a few times to figure out what it was I liked so much, and it's how each stanza starts with a description, and the last line locks down that answer, and locks it down with finality (I dunno how else to say it). Anyways, yeah, I like that. A lot. Great work with this one!
Actually, the last line was my favorite but I knew what you meant by it. I used to puzzle over the fact when I was told that at age four, that white is the presence of all while black is the absence of all. Having mucked about in my crayon box, making my own colors ( I ran out of brown often) it always seemed I was closer to black than white.
It is very weird that I should read this just before posting a poem I wrote, which is but an expnasion of the last two lines of your poem.
The vibes are out there bro, and we're both tuned in, it would seem Thanks Bhaskar, and everyone else, for your comments
