POETRY CORNER
Tulips on my balcony in Bologna (Photo – Giulio Salvadori).
– 6/13/18
Hosted by Kathabela Wilson
As many of the poets here, I always have had an intuitive sense that the colors I chose to wear, and paint, were important and powerful. As if they could transform the atmosphere, the weather and our state of mind. When I walk out, I’m often told by passersby, that my colors make them smile. I almost expect to see them too, next day, wearing colorful flowery hats. Like so many things, I think I learned this from my daughter. When Rick and I were married and renovating, she told us, “Everything and everyone looks better with a colorful background.” And so it was, we painted our condo three shades of yellow.
~ Kathabela
Sunset in Altlantic Beach, NY (Photo – Carol Raisfeld),
dalton perry
these words
all black
on white
seeking
color
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Cloud Nine (Photo – Carol Raisfeld).
Paul David Mena
Cloud Nine
my granddaughter touches
my white hair
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How color lights up our lives (Photo – Alegria Imperial).
Giulio Salvatori
natural colors
smiling in the morning
to whom you love
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Abstract pastel and pen by Jerry Dreesen.
Jerry Dreesen
at the bar she asks me
my favorite color
red I say and yours?
every shade of blue she says
indigo and the color of the moon
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Angles and Yellow Circle by Jerry Dreesen.
Joyce Futa
green gold I paint
her little fingernails
she flits away
spinning her hands
little hummingbird
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Unusual fruits (Photo – Sharon Hawley).
Sharon Hawley
inside peaches
the color of sunrise
inside plums
the color of sunset
between, the color of night
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Low tide pink – Atlantic Beach, NY (Photo – Carol Raisfeld).
Carol Raisfeld
low tide
in the pink of the evening
we share the day
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(Photo – Alegria Imperial).
Alegria Imperial
even after
the breeze a flurry
among leaves…
then a flash of sunlight
on the yellow bird’s wings
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dalton perry lives in La Cañada Flintridge, California. He travels to Pasadena to give Taura bouquets of purple roses. Paul David Mena says: “I am a native New Yorker who has lived in Massachusetts for the past 22 years. My hair turned gray quite some time ago, so I’m used to it, but my grand-kids – especially the younger ones – are fascinated by it. When they touch it, I imagine they think they’re touching a cloud.” Giulio Salvadori lives in Bologna, Italy and Portugal. He says: “Nature, Perfume Taste, Knowledge, Curiosity
are the basic principles of the Life. Colours are a fascinating aspect of the pleasure of life…even for a daltonic guy like me!!!” (His particular kind of color-blindness relates to subtle greens and browns, Giulio explains.) The brightly exotic tulips on his balcony smile in reds and yellows! Giulio is one of the main organizers of ANIMUSIC, the conference on sound and musical instruments we will be attending in Portugal in July, 2018. An amazing artist, as well as a poet, Jerry Dreesen, of Arcadia, Indiana says: “Color important to ‘be’.” His personal note “color represents, to me, art, love and life and its many moods” is illustrated by his lively colorful artwork. Joyce Futa says: “I live and walk in wonder in Altadena, California, a town of trees – liquid ambers which turn red in the fall, lavender jacarandas, white magnolias, Chinese silk trees with pink blossoms – everything changes daily.” Sharon Hawley has lived in Pasadena since childhood, appreciates the local color but travels afar for other shades. Carol Raisfeld lives in Atlantic Beach, NY. She says: “Living at the beach, my colorful days are highlighted by the sea taking on the neon colors of sunrise and sunset.” Alegria Imperial lives in Vancouver, Canada. She says: “In my coloring book, hues shift with the hours; my favorite is yellow in all its moods—where it’s hidden and found at dawn, it revives my soul, in a burst of tulips at midday, it makes me leap, at sunset, it rushes me to gather all the joys of day, tuck them in heart to keep darkness at bay.”
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Love this column and these poets. Thank you for coloring our lives.
Yes! the time has come
for the luster of my auburn
fur to have disappeared
one hair at a time.
Looking beyond the mirror
I accept my scalp’s fairness.