Jajajajaja!!!!!!!! This is too much... Chamaleon, it is lovably, cheers!!!!!!!!!!! from GOYA
Hello Poets -
I'm loving these juicy poems! We live in a colorful world, thank heavens, and these poems celebrate that. Here's one I wrote in half-surprise at my new fondness for orange - a color I'd discounted when growing up as either muddy (like our brownish-orange furniture, so characteristic of the 70's) or else too bubbly or exotic to have anything to do with us. I surprised myself by buying an orange kimono and feeling like a queen in it. Since then, I see orange as a flag of possibilities, of light-heartedness and honest beauty.
Orange
was only a flash among apples
in the kitchen,
not to be eaten but peeled away
to get at paleness beneath –
was paired in our house with brown
and dosed with rust
that left it limp
and unprotesting
as the couch it covered –
was, in our steel-grey and lobster-green lives,
in our brick-red and hospital-white days,
unthinkable
as an oriole preening on the mantel,
an incongruity
fanning a brilliant wing at dusk.
A flirt, a tease, a light-weight
I thought her –
nothing to do with us.
But last year,
in pumpkins she spoke first,
in maple leaves I heaped on tables,
in zinnias and lilies,
in monarchs and calendulas,
in new carrots and nasturtiums:
these were her first words to me.
And then, in certain songs
and the swirl of silk skirts,
in the flare and heat
that comes of reading some poems,
in fierceness that puts the flute
in your hands:
she opened me fully to her oratory.
And so I wrap myself
in the orange kimono
and wearing it, become queen
of flowers and desire –
her newest friend
and temporary vessel
for the world’s joy
KateSinging
Bravo KateSinging, this is a great poem, and I admire your colorful words.Love them, thanks,
ORANGE
you paint my toenails orange
buy matching lipstick
I hope the words come out the same
you cream the soles of my feet with orange juices and roses
and make me dance barefoot
in a garden of mexican paper flowers...
From GOYA
This one's for you Goya!
I went to Goya’s spa
and she colored my hair with pomegranate juice
(and fed me the seeds on a crimson dish)
then she clamped orange halves over my ears
and told me to listen to the fiesta inside them
then she lined up a thousand lemon seeds
and told me to take my pick of yellow good luck
then she smeared my skin with broccoli smash
and sent me to lie belly-up in the new grass
then she made a maze of blueberries
and instructed me to eat my way to the center
then she hung a bunch of purple-black grapes
from a streetlight and bid me fetch them with my wings
then she built a small perfect house of plums
and invited me to sit in its cool shade
Every color she speaks is healthy
9 March 2008
AWESOME, What a place...the four last verses, before every color she speaks is healthy, of this poem KateSinging are great images, it is a beautifully written poem that is vivid, and alive in every sense of the word. Plenty of colors and tropicalism, and happy. You show us the way to the center: GRACIAS.
SILVER
We each become attendant to our skin,
the ears, the eyes, the hands,
the curve of rib, the wrist and limb,
and then, we made
salt and juices from the ocean,
like a moment from childhood
sleeping on the beach,
with the scent of water, the aroma of colors,
dreaming like ammonites.
Oh, our soft silver skin.
9 marzo 2008
A Poem About Color and Other ThingsAm I a poet if I call myself that?And is it poetry I write if I put words on paper and call those words a poem?If I am a poet and I write poetry,why can I not find the words to write this poem?I think to write about the bright colors, the gay moments, the feel of a cool breeze on my cheekbut today I see the browns and grays of soulful times, and the breeze is hot and dry.
Bo
Poems about colors:
I could eat your poems
like a crow or a fox
eating eggs, fruits and brilliant things;
because they are rubies, bones,
clouds,pearls and gold
pulsating in my pages.
10 marzo 2008
But as you, yourself, said to me, Bo, the browns and greys have a place in art!
Hugs ~ Aunt Bobby
Yes, the "browns and greys have a place in art", Aunt Bobby and Bo! The good thing about those seemingly 'ordinary' colors compared to Crimson Red or Peppermint Green, for example, is that they can be...
A Chestnut brown....deep, heavily saturated; orCinnamon...rich dark brownish red, sweet and aromatic How about Sable...dark brown furry throws and so-soft cushions?Rich Dark Brown...chocolate with its' smooth creamy texture that melts in your mouth - mmm; andMocha, expresso and cocoa....ahhhhhhhhh, flavor-flavor.
- chameleon
Make a Wish . . . Make it Happen!
Nice, Chameleon,
My color poem quicky on this glorious March 12, 2008, 1:08 a.m.
DREAM RIDE
Come night-horse on pthalo-blue wings,
blow over me.
Your pin-prick star winds pierce
my eyelids with silvered-comet random dreams:
black-hole nightmares threatening to suck me into oblivion,
left-over planetary dust clouds of grey-rock worry,
rainbow galaxies to organize into buff-colored files before
dawn's bright gold chariot pushes open my bedroom curtains.
Your journey is paradoxical, too long and still too short.
My hurting, tired mind blinks reddened eyes,
in no shape to face another jangled-nerve day.
THE BLUES OF JOSE MARIA MIJARES
I am thinking about your blue hands, Jose Mijares.
All the things they must have touch and paint,
like thoughts, building doors, the stained glasses,
the blue ladies from Habana. Clean hands,
the blue veins and bones like a ballerina's.
That young woman with a red lampshade in her head.
No smudges of orange glow or brown here,
but blue seep from the skies undermining the folds of the night.
the blue fragments, the baroque elements,
the geometric colors of our own lives.
I a looking at myself now in your "vitrales."