The mind, beautiful corridors of possibilities that span the delights of nature and can transport you to heaven right down to a trip in the vaults of hell. Certainly a poem of reflection but can also project the reader forward. So much colour here, butterflies, I adore. You brought me sound too dear Teddy. Love your posted image. It compliments your words so very well and imagery here to remember. Perfectly lovely.
Vision and hearing our two primary senses equate well. I know people who on drugs have heard color and seen color in music. This blend of the spectrum of colors and in sound from tranquility to chaos makes for a rich pallet and portrays life well. What makes this poem is the last line filled with the color black. it represents so many things as well from nothingness, to death, from evil, to formality and is seen as the sound of silence. This too may be anything from peace to finality and infinity. Black in pigments being the mixture of all colors and in light the absence of all. Not only a great write but a wonderful metaphor with endless possibilities.
Such a marvelous review I am astounded of how much you have seen, thank you dearest sorrenbarret for yet another encouraging review that I appreciate with all my heart. πΉ
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The mind, beautiful corridors of possibilities that span the delights of nature and can transport you to heaven right down to a trip in the vaults of hell. Certainly a poem of reflection but can also project the reader forward. So much colour here, butterflies, I adore. You brought me sound too dear Teddy. Love your posted image. It compliments your words so very well and imagery here to remember. Perfectly lovely.
Thank you so much dearest Cassie, the Mind is a fabulous mechanism. Happy Tuesday dear friend. πΉ
Vision and hearing our two primary senses equate well. I know people who on drugs have heard color and seen color in music. This blend of the spectrum of colors and in sound from tranquility to chaos makes for a rich pallet and portrays life well. What makes this poem is the last line filled with the color black. it represents so many things as well from nothingness, to death, from evil, to formality and is seen as the sound of silence. This too may be anything from peace to finality and infinity. Black in pigments being the mixture of all colors and in light the absence of all. Not only a great write but a wonderful metaphor with endless possibilities.
Such a marvelous review I am astounded of how much you have seen, thank you dearest sorrenbarret for yet another encouraging review that I appreciate with all my heart. πΉ
Prismatic and even kaleidoscopic reflection! Reshuffles the mind like resetting a Boggle game board ππ»π
Thank you dear arqios πΉ
Youβre welcome, Teddyππ»ποΈ
Think only of the butterflies. Let the darkness be a black one. Keep the sunshine and music playing inside your heart.
A beautiful poem.- Phil A.
Such a wonderful thing the mind, it can change from minute to hour. Thank you dearest Phil. π¦
The sounds and vistas within our minds are limitless Teddy.
Andy
Yes dear Andy, thank you. πΉ
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