Have you noticed
that she speaks in colors?
Periwinkle, chartreuse, eggplant,
jungle green and obsidian
tumble right out
on her breath
with the words.
They form
portraits, and
soft, delicate water-colors;
sometimes abstracts that
feel like they have form, excitement
but you don’t
quite understand them.
They float right out
every time
she opens her mouth.
Some pop
like a chewing gum bubble.
Others linger,
rising like a helium balloon
that will drift down to earth
and the finder will wonder,
“where did these come from”?
“Who was the artist
who painted these magical words?”
Helium Balloon fallen to rest in the middle of the woods. (Found it on my afternoon walk after posting this poem)
This poem was inspired by my friend Ea, who always speaks in colors.
Loved this one!
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Thanks for stopping by nishi01 and leaving your kind comment.
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I wanted to let you know I shared this post with Jen who loved it, for she is one who can see colors within colors and she share it with Kate her daugther who lives in AZ. Thanks for sharing
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Thanks for letting me know that Jen & Kate enjoyed it too. Jen does have an amazing eye for color – “sees colors within colors” that sounds like a poem or blog post in the making. . .
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Cyn, that’s such a sweet poem thanks for sharing
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