An artist’s palette, facets of colors, swirl and define
Creating silhouettes and dimensions in the vein of my life
Distinguishing rivets of character and a myriad of preferences
Along the various pathways of indeterminable heights.
Purest, unadulterated ivory is the color of choice
To distinguish the Mother I am every moment in time
To two precious children who are a gift that only
The purest color may be used to portray how divine.
Both soft and bold colors focus on the music of my soul
Soft pink reflecting the delicacy of Chopin’s nocturnes I adore
While a raging and bright red symbolizes the passion felt
Whenever I listen to Puccini’s thunderous, operatic scores.
Pearlescent white is the color that embodies the art
Of Michelangelo’s array of masterful pieces that exist
Each one fills my heart with a soaring joy that will
Always and forever reside, within me never to desist.
Lavender is the softest of shades I give to the books
Of old literature reread again and again through the years
They never grow old nor do I weary of them for they
Live on the shelves of my heart on which they’re so dear.
Teal is the color given to the poetry that’s read
Be it cantos of Sir Scott or sonnets of Shakespeare
There’s nothing quite so lovely that one may compare
To the words therein on the pages, so beautiful to the ear.
A resounding green heralds the touch of my hands
That resonates with a heat and unexpected healing
In ways far beyond the scope of my understanding
But still, the power of which is a depth of pure feeling.
Bold and beautiful, deep purplish blue is the color to which
I gravitate and move as it envelops in its intensity so true
Creating flowers and skies in such pieces as those of Van Gogh
Forever surrounding me in those things I pick and pursue.
The boldest and blackish of brown is the color given
To the multitude of scripts for the prose and stories inscribed
Always striving to create something purposeful and pleasing
It's from the depths of my mind and soul they're derived.
The soft glow of yellow radiates, warms, and infuses
With truest love and comfort as I move through the light
Performing a multitude of tasks while seeing all those
People and things most dear, keeping them well within sight.
The deep blue of midnight strikes and trumpets the arrival
Of nightly visions of dreams, the moon, and the stars
It cradles and soothes with a peace and encourages
In each direction, the extent of which is never too far.
All these beautiful, miraculous colors surround and complete
In ways created deep within my heart, soul, and being
Embodying those facets of life which I choose and so love
Taking aim and steering me on a path of choice and wellbeing.
About the Creator
Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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