dVerse: prompt “Color”
Color
Today I squeeze
The color from the tube
Into the pot
To mix with
Yesterday’s mixture
Upon observing
My work
At the end of the day
It was the green
That did not lay flat
Perhaps I did not mix enough
I begin again
My day is but a continuation
Of yesterday
It is still dark outside
The sun has not come up
To paint the world in colorful hues
All is quiet
Holding its’ breath
Waiting for me to get it right
Listening for the vibration
Of one color laid next to another
November PAD Challenge Day 6. Prompt: “addict Poem”
My Drug of Choice
Yes…
It is a form of addiction
I cannot wait
For the new day to come
Before the sun rises
I awaken
Coffee and a bite of breakfast
My mind has already
Entered the studio
Waiting for the
Turn of the key
In darkness I enter
The work from the day before
Awaits me
Alone
Excited
Adjustments to be made
A statement complete
I bow to my addiction
I work to finish
I want to see
Make visible
To begin again
Each step carefully measured
The drug of my choice
annellannell 
I love “listening for the vibration of one color laid next to another.” I love reading your poems of excitement about your deeply satisfying art projects. I can “see” you in your studio, feel the quiet, the pleasure……..lovely.
All is quiet
Holding its’ breath
Waiting for the painter to paint their day…smiles…great color poem annell
..love also the details like …It was the green
That did not lay flat… and i’m with sherry…i can see you in your studio and feel how much you enjoy…this poetics was right up your alley right..? smiles
Yes, thank you… Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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squeezing colors could be fun.
impressed by your way of seeing and playing with colors.
nice..love that holding of the breath…so much art to be found just in our every day lives…of course then there are those that capture it…right artist?
You get your enthusiasm across well here, annell. Lovely, both of them.
Thanks for your comment. Trying to capture the moment… it is here, and then gone, without memory. Makes one wonder, was it here at all? Kinda like an earthquake… hang on and ride the big one! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I love a few things about these two poems. From the first, I will take for myself the concept that today is a continuation of yesterday. I like it. No ending of the previous day…it goes on and one’s ‘work continues.’
Annell, you seem so like me with your addiction. You may see that when you read my addiction poem. I truly could rise at 5 a.m. happily, drink my coffee, and spend all day with my ‘work.’ And sometime relatively soon my ‘work’ may include painting too. I hope. I work to finish too, to make something visible, most importantly to myself.
Thank you Mary… sometimes 6, but often earlier… you will paint if you want, it all waits for you. I hit the computer first, write, and then paint. I try to squeeze in everything else, where I can. I forget all else… we cannot judge, until it is visible… to see it, to hear it, to make adjustments… both are languages, we are attempting to “speak.”
Sometimes we try to tell the story, we have lost our way. We cry out. Everyone else seems to go on… and we want to say, can’t you see what is happening here? There was a time, at last, I just got tired of my sad poems… I stopped writing so much… Hopefully I’m not so sad now. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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you truly impressed me here with your art, color, and poetry.
I am happy to read this one again.
🙂
Two lovely complementary poems, both of which strike close to my heart! Colour is such an important part of both our lives, and I too cannot wait to get started each morning.
This is so good how you take the mixing of color and use it as a metaphor for how we live our days. Yes, we have an array of colorful choices to use each moment and we can make it what we want to. Loved it.
Annell, you speak for so many of us, no matter what it is we are so busy creating. Both poems hold both personal and universal truth. I’m glad to call you my friend,
Elizabeth
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hey annell just spinning through to wish you a happy day…smiles.