Violet NirvanaA Poem by BLBrownA loving nod to the many shades and hues of violet...my favorite color...no others compare.
Glory be to the power of the red and the blue, ‘tis most lovely in
the spectrum, their violet hues! Varying colored shades
of dark, and tints of white light, give birth, in
marriage, to profound violet sights! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sparkling amethyst,
it shimmers profusely, with manganese presence, the highly treasured
tone, it is a translucent quartz with reticence… …shines lovely, omnipresent!
Pale child of
violet, lovely lilacs, in the gentle breeze sway, with their lax-haunting scent, flying free on the air, they d’oth convey… …springs forth blooms, in vast
array!
Distillation of
tradition’s royal imperial byzantine, dark tone to be
sure, next to eggplant, it is darkest violet seen… …doth shades the robes of the Kings!
Beautiful, in numerous light hues, this wonderful plant, farmed lavender,
World renowned for
aroma, in white-violet shades, valiant member… …grows pure, ever remember!
Fruits, fresh or
dried, and darling Starlings, display red-dominated plum, From the trees, to
the prunes, to the plum-backed Star-bird, they sweetness come… …takes flight, a colorful chum!
Heavy-handed, it is the
blackest of violets, narcissist's dream, farmer “plants the
egg,” oh deliriously demented aubergine… …darkness causes quite the scene!
One can choose to
live, working for the future, where hastiness goes, But that’s before
one lays eyes on nature’s splendid magenta rose… …live now, rosy imposed!
Heart of hearts, ‘tis
their beloved hearts of palm, from Belize to Peru, Found on the Acai,
delicate berries, t'is dark violet-blue. …sustenance, delicious true. Fly high tones of pink, orange and purple, swaths across the painted sky… sunset relentless, astounding beauty, gateway to the heavens to die… …black consumes the remnant light!
Named in honor of
the Dutch master Anton, cousin to Van Gogh, mauve, ‘tis more grey and red, touch of blue, than sister violet
tints, quite suave… …angel’s favored from above!
Deep-rooted child, as the Willow weeps, so cries the Wisteria, white-washed violet,
dripping vines in amazing treed hysteria… …does cut quite an area!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So glory be to the
violet shades, our world we’ve been thusly gifted, as we breathe them
in like pleasured tonic, our days immensely shifted! For if you are red
with embarrassment, or blue in jazzy manna,
combine those colors, ‘tis a joyous spectral ride through violet nirvana! ©2012 Barbara Brown All rights reserved 05/11/12 © 2012 BLBrownAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBLBrownVAAboutHello, my name is Barbara. Writing is my calling in life. It took me awhile but I've finally answered. I will write anything, poetry, ditties, short stories, and am currently also working on a .. more..Writing
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