Ombre

This is about people. Photo courtesy of wallpapercave.com. No copyright infringement is intended.

Ombre

so,

so many colors…

in infinite infusions of sizes,

shapes,

shades,

stains…

fading as an undulating chameleon ribbon of vision swirls

tapping the mind in so many hazy ways…

Vibrant pulsations,

trembling dullness,

rumbled undertones,

glowing colors in muted hues,

and obnoxious buoyance…

resonating through harmonies indifference

and blends,

together,

rips apart,

pushing,

pulling,

reverberating back out

into a brilliance of tinted reflections

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is brilliant, the way you put the reader thru a tumble of sensations, nicely sensory & dynamic. I love how your meaning appears to be intended as a celebration of the differences of people, as if humanity were an "ombre" effect (clever & creative connections). But I can also see this as an ombre effect of everything life has to offer, coming at us in a tumble of sensations. Lots of people are overwhelmed when life comes at them fast & furious & confusing, but your poem shows us how to make friends with the unknown/unexpected & just roll with it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Seriana]

Thank you Margie! So glad to see a new face review. I appreciate your thought sso much and glad you enjoyed this. I'll be by shortly to return the favor!

[Pete]

wow. variety is the spice of life after all. it takes all kinds, shapes, sizes and colors. quite a prism you've got us looking through here. i like the format - how you just spill it all right out there. there is a silent power in your words. a delightful read. well done ... :)

[Seriana]

Thank you Pete! So glad you enjoyed this piece! It was a fun write. And you got it, so much variety! So many awesome, cool people out there. Not one the same! Thanks for your review. :)

[John the Baptist]

Colors are like people, coming in many shades and types. The picture I get here is of those colors mingling and changing, but never really ceasing. They are just following their different natures, as humans do. One characteristic, though, that really caught my attention, was "obnoxious buoyance." What's so obnoxious about being able to stay afloat? Sounds like a survival mechanism to me.

[Seriana]

Thank you John!

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Such a beautiful poem that paints such a vivid, colorful image! It reminds me of when you close your eyes, and you see all those colors and shapes darting around. Maybe even like painting, but I think I read exactly what you intended for us to see. It's such a beautiful piece.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much for your pretty thoughts. They make me smile :)

[emmajoy]

People really are walking, talking colour... not a one the same.. a DNA of spectrum, perhaps.. different this and that. And, you have described who and what each of us is, in exquisite poetry. The short decorous words, all hinting at what or where. Lovely language.. a descant of tones and hues. Blue.. how many hints and hues within the creation of a single blue.. How many traits does a single person own in his or her make.up? Metaphorically , brilliantly and yet delicately put.

[Seriana]

You've got it Em. I started out thinking of men I see on a dating app (no judgment, lol) and then my thoughts drifted to others I knew in life and people in general, and at the end of the day, we are all some for of this brilliant light, colors, fading dark to light and back again. All on the same path of light, yet so many differences in color and character. Thank you again for your beautiful review. I see you as yellow, my dear. A beautiful, sunny soul.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we all become tinted by the colors of the world....like a white shirt being washed in hot water with a bright red shirt...
it creates a pink hue...people are such a combination of colors...like we have all been washed of originality so that we could blend in with everyone else.
really like this metaphorical write.
j.

[Seriana]

Thank you J!!! Appreciate your review. What an analogy with the washing of the shirt and the fading, bleeding of colors here and there.
I really liked your review :)
A

[Dave Brown]

you must paint

[Seriana]

Lol, thank you Dave! I'm afraid I'm a fast better writer than painter. Do stick figures count?
Thanks fit stopping by!

[Dave]

This is like a metaphor for poetry. All the nuances found in the shades of so many poems. I think you did a wondrous write here. - Thank you - Seriana.

Take care - Dave

[Seriana]

Thank you Dave, for your kind review. Appreciate you!

[Dave]

With writing as good as yours, it's easy to do.
Take care - Dave

[An owl on the moon]

There is something so wondrous about colors... every shade and hue... so beautiful to the eyes... to the soul. It is like musical notes, each with its own temperature and bliss. "This is about people." Such a glorious glimpse of this world comes through your sweet language of the soul.

[Seriana]

Thank you Craig! Always such bliss to receive your reviews!!!!

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the last two lines in this poem. I love colors of all shades and tint. This made me think of a prism

[Seriana]

Thank you for your review! I'm glad you enjoyed it. A prism? That's the perfect word for my vision when I was writing. :)

[Poetic Beauty]

It was my pleasure to read this poem with all it’s beautiful colors