Always like the ways you explore color in your poems. Color is a kind of subconscious thing, to my mind, so it creates these immediate, tangible associations in my imagination. Blue is, of course, a sort of melancholy color, but it’s also this calm, infinite space of a cloudless sky. That’s where my mind goes without effort.
So, poetry, maybe, itself is, or can be, like that. Duality. Meaning laden and an endless well, or also, maybe a space where we find ourselves faced with things that are painful and less subject to peaceful musing or emotional advancement.
Perhaps that dual ability is what keeps us keyed in, and also makes those haunted, hunted nights less terrifying. Great art comes from the darkest places sometimes. And in that darkness where the past and future clang up against one another, we find ourselves and poetry intertwined.
Beauty grows in even the most desolate of landscapes. And blue blooms in and out.
Love the formatting on this. I stared at that a bit before I even bothered with the words. Great poem, Gram.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
wow, thanks, Eilis, I am simple farmer poet, but what you say about colour is very true, the motive .. read morewow, thanks, Eilis, I am simple farmer poet, but what you say about colour is very true, the motive of emotion is encased within the spectrum, my only worry is that passion and horror are the same colour
Always like the ways you explore color in your poems. Color is a kind of subconscious thing, to my mind, so it creates these immediate, tangible associations in my imagination. Blue is, of course, a sort of melancholy color, but it’s also this calm, infinite space of a cloudless sky. That’s where my mind goes without effort.
So, poetry, maybe, itself is, or can be, like that. Duality. Meaning laden and an endless well, or also, maybe a space where we find ourselves faced with things that are painful and less subject to peaceful musing or emotional advancement.
Perhaps that dual ability is what keeps us keyed in, and also makes those haunted, hunted nights less terrifying. Great art comes from the darkest places sometimes. And in that darkness where the past and future clang up against one another, we find ourselves and poetry intertwined.
Beauty grows in even the most desolate of landscapes. And blue blooms in and out.
Love the formatting on this. I stared at that a bit before I even bothered with the words. Great poem, Gram.
Posted 4 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
4 Years Ago
wow, thanks, Eilis, I am simple farmer poet, but what you say about colour is very true, the motive .. read morewow, thanks, Eilis, I am simple farmer poet, but what you say about colour is very true, the motive of emotion is encased within the spectrum, my only worry is that passion and horror are the same colour
such great phrasing here.."azure lust"
"scrawled memory behind eyelids"
much poetry has that effect....it becomes tattooed on the reader's mind...
excellent write.
j.
Caged In An Animal's Mind
Caged in an animal's mind;
No wish to be more or else
Than I am; a smile and a grief
Of breath that thinks with its blood,
Yet straining despite; unsure
In my stir .. more..