Lavender . . .
as delicate and ethereal as it sounds to say it.
Soft as breath,
light as a feather,
and as fragile as a whisper . . .
oh Lavender,
you speak in the language I hear.
Hello red
I long for your energy and strength
you shine
confidently
you can absorb many of your neighboring colors and still remain red
you dominate, you are strong
you give joy and warmth
envelop me
give hope
joy
Hello
Yellow
The brightness of the sun
Warms my face and brings me fun.
Not everyone can wear
This color that is fare,
But this color of happiness and warmth
Can help a good mood come forth
Even when stress and sadness are binding
The color of the sun I am finding
Brings joy and strength to me
And honestly relief when I need to pee.
Sorry it just made me laugh when it popped in my head so decided to write it. 🤷♀️
Pink, you’re not my favorite color. Probably
because of my social conditioning at a
young age, and the fact that I now connect
you to Pepto Bismol. Not a pleasant thought.
But when I think of the pink morning sky
or the delicate pink of a cherry blossom, I
can understand what a delicate and beautiful
color you are.
I’ve always avoided the color black because I think I associated it with power — and I felt kind of put off by that. Having personal power isn’t necessarily a negative thing so I’ll write my ode to the color black:
People want what is easily understood,
they want things that fit squarely within a box easy to control
BLACK — you defy that with your mystery and inky darkness!
Fear of the dark is a common fear
To lay in the complete darkness —
Eyes unable to see what could possibly be there
Vulnerable, belly exposed to the unknown
Utterly consumed by the black
We are born from the blackness of our mother’s wombs
A place without memories
And we are buried into the blackness of tombs
A place without memories
Between both points we manipulate, cajole, organize and spin, spin, spin
Anything to avoid the unknown
But black — you throw us for loops, you defy our control
And so more often than not — black is seldom anyone’s favorite color
To say one likes the color black is like an admission
That something is scary, that something is off
Now people like blue, what a pleasant color
And they like yellow, what a cheerful color
But to say you like black —
Eyebrows raise
Especially if you are a woman
This question brought pressure on because I took a poetry-writing course in college and wrote a lot of poetry in my teens and early 20s. I had to look up an article on the various forms of an ode (https://writers.com/how-to-write-an-ode-poem) and stress myself out for a nanosecond with the idea of actually composing one.
I’m choosing to let go of the form and simply write about one of my favorite colors.
Deep jewel of a peacock’s feathers,
bluer than blue and greener than green,
glimpsed rarely as a flash at the merging edges of rainbow hues,
strong and supporting,
calm, calming,
teal.
I had to smile as soon as I read peacock’s feathers- which I see each and everyday – absolutely beautiful and deserving of the adjectives ‘regal and majestic’
Blue was always my favorite
The ocean and the sky above
but now that I am in the mountains
I can’t help that it’s green I love.
The earth juts up
with trees galore
but they meet the sky
so blue & green I adore.
(wish I could post a few pictures from the walk I took my dogs on around the park at Lake Lure this morning!)
“When we embrace our togetherness we recognize that what is possible depends not on you, not on me, but on us. A grateful perspective helps us reach out and invite people in because we understand that together we are the way forward.” Joe Primo
Today’s quote “…we are the way forward” reminded me of an Ode I wrote in 2010. It addresses today’s quote more than the today’s question and is a reminder that Mother Nature is bleeding is in many colors.
Ode to Mother Nature by Carol Ann Conner
A Response to the 2010 Massive Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico,
Read on Odyssey Network’s Daybook via Skype June 11, 2010
O Mother of us all,
We watch you while you bleed.
We drilled a hole in your heart.
We harmed your creative reed.
O Mother of us all,
Fingers point here and there.
We want to blame and shame.
Our guilt we cannot bear.
O Mother of us all,
When will we learn to see?
We dwell within your womb.
Without you, we cease to be.
Orphans we’ll become,
through our own collective fault,
unless we stop the rape,
the unrelenting assault
“They say the color blue is rare to find in nature, maybe that’s why I never felt beautiful. I couldn’t find myself when I went outdoors. There is beauty all around, I was told. ‘Look harder, look closely, you’ll find it’
Well, I’ve been to numerous parks, traveled all over TN, MT, & DC, but I realized all along I haven’t been able to find the beauty within myself. I am/have been so desperate to look for answers elsewhere when in reality, they’re within me. Look closely, look harder. The color blue is rare to find in nature, and maybe you are rare too.”
I wrote this back in February of last year. I remember being in such a low place. I still sometimes feel that way. But I also acknowledge how far I’ve come and for that I’m grateful.
Nice. Those are powerful colors. With LA being a big market, having warm weather, and a rich history full of championship banners, those colors are perfect for them. I love how they honor their Minneapolis roots by keeping the Lakers name.
Wow, what a question! This is something I would have set for homework for the creative writing group I set up many years ago, but they would have had a week to work on it. This is the best I can come up with in half an hour!
Orange: you are luscious
the colour of juiciness
the colour of autumn
A marriage of red and yellow
birthing vibrant warmth
that glows as the sun fades.
This is your time
Give yourself the gift of free bi-monthly inspiration including uplifting articles, diverse stories, supportive practices, videos, and more, delivered with heart to your inbox.
Lavender . . .
as delicate and ethereal as it sounds to say it.
Soft as breath,
light as a feather,
and as fragile as a whisper . . .
oh Lavender,
you speak in the language I hear.
Sparrow, such a well versed description for the beauty of lavender, it’s so fragile, and yes delicate. Thank you!
Lavender was my Nanny’s favorite color – I miss her. Thank you for choosing this color and making me remember:)
Hello red
I long for your energy and strength
you shine
confidently
you can absorb many of your neighboring colors and still remain red
you dominate, you are strong
you give joy and warmth
envelop me
give hope
joy
Hello
Yellow
The brightness of the sun
Warms my face and brings me fun.
Not everyone can wear
This color that is fare,
But this color of happiness and warmth
Can help a good mood come forth
Even when stress and sadness are binding
The color of the sun I am finding
Brings joy and strength to me
And honestly relief when I need to pee.
Sorry it just made me laugh when it popped in my head so decided to write it. 🤷♀️
Made me laugh too, Deann.
Pink, you’re not my favorite color. Probably
because of my social conditioning at a
young age, and the fact that I now connect
you to Pepto Bismol. Not a pleasant thought.
But when I think of the pink morning sky
or the delicate pink of a cherry blossom, I
can understand what a delicate and beautiful
color you are.
thanks for the chuckle – pepto bismol I LOL when I read it.
I’ve always avoided the color black because I think I associated it with power — and I felt kind of put off by that. Having personal power isn’t necessarily a negative thing so I’ll write my ode to the color black:
People want what is easily understood,
they want things that fit squarely within a box easy to control
BLACK — you defy that with your mystery and inky darkness!
Fear of the dark is a common fear
To lay in the complete darkness —
Eyes unable to see what could possibly be there
Vulnerable, belly exposed to the unknown
Utterly consumed by the black
We are born from the blackness of our mother’s wombs
A place without memories
And we are buried into the blackness of tombs
A place without memories
Between both points we manipulate, cajole, organize and spin, spin, spin
Anything to avoid the unknown
But black — you throw us for loops, you defy our control
And so more often than not — black is seldom anyone’s favorite color
To say one likes the color black is like an admission
That something is scary, that something is off
Now people like blue, what a pleasant color
And they like yellow, what a cheerful color
But to say you like black —
Eyebrows raise
Especially if you are a woman
Thank you Tofulove.
I agree with Barb…”powerful and thought provoking”
Powerful and thought-provoking. Thank you for writing and sharing.
This question brought pressure on because I took a poetry-writing course in college and wrote a lot of poetry in my teens and early 20s. I had to look up an article on the various forms of an ode (https://writers.com/how-to-write-an-ode-poem) and stress myself out for a nanosecond with the idea of actually composing one.
I’m choosing to let go of the form and simply write about one of my favorite colors.
Deep jewel of a peacock’s feathers,
bluer than blue and greener than green,
glimpsed rarely as a flash at the merging edges of rainbow hues,
strong and supporting,
calm, calming,
teal.
I had to smile as soon as I read peacock’s feathers- which I see each and everyday – absolutely beautiful and deserving of the adjectives ‘regal and majestic’
Love it!
Blue was always my favorite
The ocean and the sky above
but now that I am in the mountains
I can’t help that it’s green I love.
The earth juts up
with trees galore
but they meet the sky
so blue & green I adore.
(wish I could post a few pictures from the walk I took my dogs on around the park at Lake Lure this morning!)
When you do a search of Lake Lure, NC beautiful pics come up – gorgeous, especially the fall ones.
“When we embrace our togetherness we recognize that what is possible depends not on you, not on me, but on us. A grateful perspective helps us reach out and invite people in because we understand that together we are the way forward.” Joe Primo
Today’s quote “…we are the way forward” reminded me of an Ode I wrote in 2010. It addresses today’s quote more than the today’s question and is a reminder that Mother Nature is bleeding is in many colors.
Ode to Mother Nature by Carol Ann Conner
A Response to the 2010 Massive Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico,
Read on Odyssey Network’s Daybook via Skype June 11, 2010
O Mother of us all,
We watch you while you bleed.
We drilled a hole in your heart.
We harmed your creative reed.
O Mother of us all,
Fingers point here and there.
We want to blame and shame.
Our guilt we cannot bear.
O Mother of us all,
When will we learn to see?
We dwell within your womb.
Without you, we cease to be.
Orphans we’ll become,
through our own collective fault,
unless we stop the rape,
the unrelenting assault
On the Mother of us all.
Yes.
Yellow
You are not fallow.
“They say the color blue is rare to find in nature, maybe that’s why I never felt beautiful. I couldn’t find myself when I went outdoors. There is beauty all around, I was told. ‘Look harder, look closely, you’ll find it’
Well, I’ve been to numerous parks, traveled all over TN, MT, & DC, but I realized all along I haven’t been able to find the beauty within myself. I am/have been so desperate to look for answers elsewhere when in reality, they’re within me. Look closely, look harder. The color blue is rare to find in nature, and maybe you are rare too.”
I wrote this back in February of last year. I remember being in such a low place. I still sometimes feel that way. But I also acknowledge how far I’ve come and for that I’m grateful.
Cobalt blue shine bright
Lure me in like moth to flame
We merge with full JOY
(Thanks to Michelle for Haiku style reminder)
oooh, I love cobalt blue too – especially in glass bottles.
I love a rainbow
Beautiful colors to see
Always makes me smile
Haiku form – (type of Japanese poem, 5/7/5 syllables in 3-line format)
TGIF – Today is my son’s 35 birthday and he is flying home from Japan 🙂
FriYAY!
Awesome!
Safe travel blessings.
Green.
I am grateful for your calming vitality and soothing spirit, enhanced by sharing this time and space with my dear sister.
I spent yesterday afternoon in a nearby Arboretum which restored me on so many levels.
Purple and gold, you represent the Lakers. Lets help the king win a ring!
LOL, these were my kids high school colors.
Nice. Those are powerful colors. With LA being a big market, having warm weather, and a rich history full of championship banners, those colors are perfect for them. I love how they honor their Minneapolis roots by keeping the Lakers name.
Wow, what a question! This is something I would have set for homework for the creative writing group I set up many years ago, but they would have had a week to work on it. This is the best I can come up with in half an hour!
Orange: you are luscious
the colour of juiciness
the colour of autumn
A marriage of red and yellow
birthing vibrant warmth
that glows as the sun fades.
This is your time
“The colour of juiciness”–yes! Love this.
LOVE IT!!
Ditto!