Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Distorted colors



Dear souls
passed over to the next room
in silence

they know, feel
appear in the placid moment
our thoughts

touching surface
a tissue of growing
self-planted forest

trees and bushes
to mark the security
shape truth

the obituary
evoked by distorted colors
so resonant life


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18 comments:

  1. A truth within that can be hard to see

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  2. Very profound and thought-provoking :)

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  3. Is it that so many die without being known? Whether people or truths that die because we haven't seen them, we limit and impoverish ourselves while we distort what could be. Yes.

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  4. quizzical would be my impression of such colours

    much love...

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  5. Sad and haunting. Distorted colors is a good way to define memories,

    Elizabeth

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  6. I love the description of "Dear souls passed over to the next room in silence...."

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  7. overlapping of memories in distorted colors...a profound write...

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  8. a tissue of growing
    self-planted forest

    One must see how colors impose themselves on to the environment.It can just start with a tissue so small into a forest of various colors. How so true humbird!

    Hank

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  9. The end line draws everything into focus...a beautiful and thoughtful poem humbird..i hope there is always peace in the next room

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  10. I like your reference to "the next room". Hopefully, there is color there. This made me think of my mother. Gone, but returns often in my thoughts. Lovely poem Humbird.

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  11. A colourful forest made of departed souls, all in the next room. This is a wonderful way to imagine death and our dear departed...

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