Colors are not frozen, shyly hiding
in the shadows while hinting at
a deeper shade. Colors can be different
colors, attacking us with their brilliance
or assaulting us through blue dreams
that search for softer complexion,
a complexity of consciousness.
Color may dance in musical hues
of pixelated pigment only I can hear,
telling stories too bold for black and white.
A brutal world craves absolutes, leaving us
to unearth our own meaning where we may.
A colorless tale has no heart. Let it go.
We will find warmth in tinctured breaths.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for several prompts!
- Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, December 10, 2019 : “frozen”
- V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #76 : “music”
Oh this is so beautiful! Especially like: “Color may dance in musical hues
of pixelated pigment only I can hear”. Bravo!
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Thanks so much, VJ 🙂
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So welcome!
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Beautifully written, Phillip. That image of colorful hands is definitely “attacking me with their brilliance.” 🙂
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So nice of you to say, Olga. Thanks!!
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