Life is but a rainbow
Styled hues of color in form, of baby blues
And violent red, like what she said
The night her brain was purple.
Of pink and lime, aged scarlet wine,
Green sons and orange daughters.
Beige to dream of silver days,
Night's to wake beholden, golden.
Increasing white of blackened light
And the cosmic scent of grey.
All blend with accord to hoard
Such mellow yellow, subconsious cello
To brown in life's stupor.
Tempest
Life don't seem fair to us, I know, But it don't help none to whine, If life was fair, your horse would get To ride you half the time. --Terry
Fascinating images, a type of collage of words. Too bad it has to be in black and white. Welcome to e-mule!
Les
Why, thank you, Les. But it's not in black and white, that's the whole point of it. The colour abounds...
Life don't seem fair to us, I know, But it don't help none to whine, If life was fair, your horse would get To ride you half the time. --Terry
in a word: beautiful!
colors have never seemed so alive and vibrant, thank you for sharing this with us Tempest!
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)
Tempest,
I liked the colorful imagery you used as well as the internal rhymes. I was curious about the "cosmic scent of grey." Grey seems rather drab.
jhs
Thank you, Gwydion and JHS. Yes, grey is drab, which is why I put it as a scent and not an object.
Tempest
Life don't seem fair to us, I know, But it don't help none to whine, If life was fair, your horse would get To ride you half the time. --Terry