Poem: “The Color Mood”
Can you feel colors?
I feel them all the time slate in waves
Cold lake of untold depth
Other times I am blood sapped, blood drenched
Dappled in the fire orange of a fire lily
Cynical in gray
Or dazzling in a mushroom-garden olive
Pine, copper entwined
All on a summer’s day
Pink violent teeth kiss my lips darling tongue
Glittered out, tea drinking, knife wielding
In a seductive sort of way.
Black and white like photographs
Hundreds of miles away
Chess pieces, dominoes, casting snake eyes
White like the snow
Or lost in blue
Lungs opening to the sky and sea
Common liberty, cans of hours
Pouring bold yet lazy solar flowers
Walking on acorns, talking to deer
I am feeling secret languages, power outages, lightning strike, blasted wood
Feeling orchid love meditation
On lunar New Years Day
And held peacefully in cluttered spaces
Mauve mixed with blue jay.
Cerulean, I am peachy
Singing solar plexus shoutouts
Crying silver in the darkened night
And plum, I am awakening to light.