"A Room Of Many Colours..."

A look at our selves.

We have so many thoughts.  Thoughts that flow and stream through our consciousness.  Some are thoughts that we hold tightly lest they might escape our grasp and thence somehow lessen our lives.  Some are thoughts that ARE memories of thens and the wish-they-were nows that could have been.  Our minds have so many rooms, the doors to which are sometimes open, sometimes not - sometimes so locked that not even we can enter and touch the echoes held within.  Each room has its own shades of meanings, a mix and a swirl of colours often painted with hopebrushes.  Sometimes the base is tears and others it is the blood leaked from eyes so aware …so very aware.

 

“A Room Of Many Colours…”

 

A room of many colours

The taste of life -

its aerie enclosure

turned inward and

 

crystalline roses

glowing in the morning sun

misting coffee'd eyes.

 

Silent reflections

carry the warmth to shadows

pausing on the shore.

 

Sometimes …we need to dream

though not to replace thens with nows.

Sometimes that "smile" doesn't haunt,

sometimes it IS the special closeness

we feel leaking out to reality the only way

we know how to let it.

 

Yeah,

A room of many and sometimes -

hell, we just aren't always as innocent

as we believe ourselves to be...

nor as guilty as some might believe.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

Your ability to put it out there for Me....wayover thetop old man, I say that because you seem to have loosed the bonds of this mortal world and ,having expressedthe universe in a coloquilism..some how exiting stage right, to throw open the curtain to be magically absent,,and theawe of the moment being broken by spotlite stage left on you and your worn and dusties reading and smoking like samuel clemmons,twinke in your eye and all

[Chris]

Laury, I'm sending you a note. 8 + inches of snow and rising here. A blanket of thoughts to spread out and settle...

[Ruth]

Touching the echoes
sometimes hurts more
than mixing the blood and tears
hoping for vibrant reds and pinks
and only seeing diluted schemes...

Gets crowded at times...in those rooms xx

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Our minds are replete with rooms of dreams, thoughts, memories, wishes, emotions, anger, ecstasy, secrets, regrets, sadness, love, loss, etc. We each share all of these things; and yet, we each have our own. We have similar secrets, some darker than others. Some that should be shared, and some that should never be spoken. Some rooms which are meant to be open, and some to which the key should be infinitely lost.

I think the human mind truly is a mystery. They say that no man is an island; but within his mind, he can be.

Very nice!

[captain]

thank you for sharing this, it so remind me of my own forgotten colorful room. There are too many rooms in my heart and there is one that I don't want to open, the long forgotten room. Perhaps reality's room shines better than the dream I long for. I am glad to have read such wisdom in a poem. Great!

[Chris]

I've missed your stopping by... good to see you again

[captain]

I am so glad you still remember, it's been long, I have been out and on here but I do come back to expressed myself. It's always a pleasure to come by here, your words are always inspiring.

[Chris]

don't stay away so long... and at least pause to say hi

[captain]

smiles, I will because I think this is the best site there is, with many good people around, that includes you sir Chris!

[sharonlee]

A smile... and a thank you... for reminding me.

[Chris]

Perhaps it is why your windows are so drawing to me

[sharonlee]

Always a pleasure to share the magic of windows with you Chris.