Color My World

We breathe words, send them out to be born

they inflict comfort or pain decidedly

pen a rant and it's undeniably recognized

what of the subtleties of our demeanor

provoking chaos and damage control 

is, is 'is', or is it? 

We only see in other's, what is born inside

our own chromatic lives and tribulations 

paint the picture of our acknowledgments

'been there, done that' speaks volumes

do you see me through glazed tainted eyes

or, do you read me with the flair of an artist

each brush stroke, another indelible mark

I trace your berries of scarlet compassion

Color me burnt sienna with umbra

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Very nice frieda

[Frieda P]

Thanks Baby

[Coyote Poetry]

"do you see me through glazed tainted eyes
or, do you read me with the flair of an artist
each brush stroke, another indelible mark"
A very entertaining poem. Good poetry ask questions and raise thoughts. You did. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Always happy to see you stop by Coyote, thanks for the wonderful review.

[InsanityWriter]

Nice job. The imagery was great. ^_^

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Insanity. I love writing that. ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Well done Frieda...deep and imaginative :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks k, hope you're feeling better.

[kublakhan27]

Thanks, I'm hoping I can sleep it off :P

[Frieda P]

OH it's a hangover, and here I was feeling bad for you, thought you were sick 'sick'! ;-P

[kublakhan27]

Oh no, I'm sick...I don't even drink LOL I meant to say I'm hoping for it to be one of those 24-48 hour deals that I can just sleep through ;)

[quinfinn]

and you can color me impressed! i love this write!

[Frieda P]

Wow, I almost missed this one, color me grateful. :-)

[rnuff]

Simply a wonderful write, I enjoyed this.

[Frieda P]

Much appreciated Shorty. :-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always you construct poetry like an oil painting. In layers of meaning and emotion.

[Frieda P]

Thank you kind sir, means a lot.

[Sheila Kline]

We bare our soul for the world to see as we take a crayon from the multi-colored universe of experience, dreams, disasters, results and we place it on the canvas of life and begin to draw a portrait, or a landscape that we want others to understand. Those that have also painted such a piece shall, and those who have not will perhaps
want to frame the piece of art and say, "Oh, what vision the artist has"!

As you have traced the berries of scarlet compassion I can "see" your pain, and know you have chosen the colors of burnt sienna with umbra as the crayon has melted from the intensity of it all!!!

Another wonderful sharing of your heart and soul!!

[Frieda P]

Thank you kindly dear woman, always a pleasure to have you visit. :-)