Once in a blue moon
Aquamarine ocean waves in the distance stir me from my thoughts.
The sizzle of blueberry pancakes has become a morning routine I find easy.
Cerulean flowers wrap around my garden outside, as I step into view.
The beautiful blue of the sky is entrancing, almost calling out to me as if I belong to the sounds of the world.
If we could hear in colors, in all actuality, I think blue would represent my aura significantly.
Because I am the waves, crashing against the shore, day by day.
As I continue on until the midnight blues hit me, louder than anything I think I’ve ever experienced.
Green’s notes & harmonies
There's an almost indescribable harmony, balance and stability,
associated with the colour green and it's sublimity.
Signifying new beginnings and growth, renewal and abundance,
treasures lie beneath the unseen of its majesty.
If we take for example the trees, the plants, even bushes there's energy and richness of life flowing through those different hues of green.
Basking in the brightness, the fullness, looking through the window beyond certain worries, stresses and fears, I can be sure I can see and hear of the goodness of God through the notes of these vibrant yet perfectly
calm-looking greens.
Symphony of Colour
An art gallery is a double pleasure,
If like me, colours fill your ears
With musical symphonies,
Each painting a different one.
When I look at Matisse’s Madras Rouge
I hear Mozart’s ‘Jupiter’ symphony.
Blues are the winds like trumpets and clarinets.
Reds are the percussion like drums and cymbals.
Yellows are the strings like piano, violins and violas.
Blue, red and yellow give us
All the splendid colours of the rainbow,
And when I look at it, I hear nature’s symphony.
Bronze aged
...or chromatic gray
is the colour of all sound
noise like payload in background
collateral jungled blue green blent in
wrangled red blood orange blossom
the crunching of sand blushed and
bruised through navy purple lens
refined into the transparent
silence of the gong...
But I have misinterpreted... lit up
taking it all in as a single piercing
in the ear not piece by piece
hammering yellow beaked
the turquoise of familiar voice
the tan staccato of coughing
the distant alloys of pink gray
machinery churning
multitonal snow
into white noise
of the gone...
into deepest contemplation
01.12.2024
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