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Colours of Life.
Contoured, contained and secreted in white,
colour glides imperceptively, then mutates.
It fluctuates, sways and flickers, underlit,
unseen until viewed, screened until split.
Dancing with filtered hues, it materializes
and clarifies shimmering rainbows, spiced
with glamour to brighten monotone eyes.
Powerhoused with red, curried in carmine
rises rose alongside verdant green, ripened
with aquamarine, gold sets yellow agleam.
Lavender superimposes itself on tangerine,
coppery ginger tinges an indigo blue, plum
meets azure, and rosy spectrum becomes
rainbowed as transluscent streaks of stain
cut through edges of pastel, ensuring again
life will engage its mystery, some see auras
of resplendent shade everywhere, so before
we can see what is in this psychic invasion
let us let colour enter us, by transformation
As a lover of colours, I really enjoyed this piece - a treat for the mind's eye.
how could you not write about it? ...well done
Fay you have written a Picasso or a Rembrandt here! Love the whole poem but the last two lines are everlasting to me. Beautiful write here.
This wonderful and colorful (no pun intended) poem was a delight to read, Fay, and so cleverly expressed that I've now read it three times, and it was a pleasure each time! Carl.
I am drowned in these colours of life and senses. Truly an impressive one.
Wow, Fay, this is a priceless gem full of so many hues and such intricate language. It's a perfect masterpiece.
Oh! gosh Fay, I am spinning with so many hues and vibrations after reading this amazing poem. You have certainly brightened my evening...