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Of Colors

"Look at any star in the sky, now look at another. Your awareness has just crossed distances it takes light thousands of years to travel. Perhaps awareness is the greatest power in the universe." Kurt Vonnegut
 
..
 
Famous poems about color,
I found a list of ten
And don't particularly connect
With any of them
 
What Neruda saw in wheat
I never saw,
Having walked through the
Stalk grass with,
Its sticky fingers
Pawing
At my shorts
Like greedy
Children,
Wheat was never the color of
A lover,
To me
 
Know that I am gentle,
But this may change,
As we collide,
Our prerogatives
Combine,
Our orbits
Decompose,
And a pulmonary
Swell of reciprocal
Gravity wells
Combust
 
Time, temperature, saturation,
Autumn mottles the
Arms of arbors,
Freshwaters
Froth
In estuaries cradle,
Where deeper  
Currents of salience
Do surely
Meet
 
Vitruviusí squared circle
Of wondrous proportion
Strides off the scrollwork
In convoluted undulations
And falls to dust
 
Time bends the arm
Of the river
 
And Dickinson talks of yellow
In the rarity of a sunset,
In its bruised hues,
But, sour tongued and
Hurtful
To the eye is
My recollection
Or the black tempests that
Swirl upon the suns circular
Disk, when I gaze at it,
Overlong
 
Can we know who we are,
Where we come from
Or
Where we are going,
Within any definable
Parameter
And would this knowing
Render
The miraculous
Into a genetically
Designated
Automaton,
Rather than an
Observer,
Of timeís languid
Waters,
Of thunderstruck skies, we
Gathered
Beneath, in puddles of
Laughter, daring the
Fall of titanic
Forces, of
Shoulder
Borne biers,
Solemnly
Laid to rest,
Of gutting
Martial fires
And
Of colors
 
And blue is so often sad or tranquil
In verse,
Much ado and
Much rehearsed
And we know that sea squalls and
Tempests are often darker shades
Of grays, like the shelf of locks
On the brows of the old and
Worn, but blue to me is cool, like
When I am quiet, between a red rage of
Poems that rise in the reaching arms
Of Jinn and depart in the murmurs of
Their smoking entrails
 
And Blake saw the poet as
A font of ever
Replenishing
Dispensations,
A diviner
Of infinite imagination,
And it is an observable
Phenomenon,
The more one drinks
Of simple light
 
Within the spectrum,
The more one thirsts
For a deep dive,
Across the eye,
Across the infrared
And its radiant
Coals,
All the more
Its burgeoning dams,
The ultraviolet waters burst
 
Know that I am
What I was made,
An assemblage of
Constituent elements,
Acting by will,
Acting by necessity,
Which was written
Into my bowels
 
A son becomes a steward,
Whose responsibility is handed
Down,
By catalyst,
Or by increment
 
A worker becomes
A worn vessel, vertebrae
Stretched to their
Limitations
 
A pupil to many a departed
Sage, whose lingering
Voice is the most constant
Companion, becomes a teacher
To those
Of his age
 
And purples and yellows and browns
And blacks were my layered
Timeline of bruises,
Weeks, shaded beneath
Days, standing over
The shoulder of
Hours,
The crowded
Whole,
Speaking words of
Venom, when glanced
Across
 
And when I am
Alone,
I am called
Sentinel
And
When tested,
Immovable tenacity
 
So I think if I am going to talk
Of colors,
They should be
The ones I've felt,
In my white bones,
In their red and
Yellow rivers of
Marrow
 
And know that my intentions
Are true
As the course
Of Cygnus, whose
Fine feathered
Symmetries
Wade through
The black boil,
Balancing the scales
Of compassion
And cognition
 
And we hold to our
Communal
Soil,
To the slow waltz of axial
Rotation,
Black birds clear the evenings
Detritus,
White birds laugh
At the limned shores
 
And I am
True,
As the eye
Of the Dog Star,
Burning in a blue
White kaleidoscope,
Changeable, only
In reactionary
Temperate
Disposition
And only
For a time
 
And this will never change
 
Of Colors
By
Daniel Christensen
 
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"Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narratur." [Why do you laugh? Change only the name and the story is about yourself.] Ovid, The Metamorphosis
DanielChristensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
Published
Author's Note
Vitruvius was a first century BC Roman author, architect, civil engineer, and military engineer. He believed that an architect should focus on three central themes when preparing a design for a...
Vitruvius was a first century BC Roman author, architect, civil engineer, and military engineer. He believed that an architect should focus on three central themes when preparing a design for a building: firmitas (strength), utilitas (functionality), and venustas (beauty).

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