Color Infusions
Velour of the lawn is deep, deep green,
sun breaking sideways grey
or silvery-white, like the moon of night
pulled over the edge of day–
The mirroring water Caribbean blue
on the patio table and chair
to reflect the sky or the azure eye
of a hoverer in the air–
So winter to spring is giving ground
by violet margins and rose,
to erase from sight the black and white
of the season’s reticent clothes.
Flying Colors
On the horizon I spotted a kite
That swung in the wind to the left and the right
And splashed all its colors, exuberant paint
To swirl in the sky with a dip and a feint
Toward the grass, toward the sun, to a hill, to a tree,
A brilliant kaleidoscope there just for me
And the child whose hand guided the string of the kite
As it painted our world with new colors and light
Art-Colored Glasses 
Beautiful images and beautiful poetical touches… Thank you, it was great. With my love, nia
Thank *you*, beautiful Nia! I am glad you enjoyed them.
xoxo,
Kathryn
The last four lines of Color Infusions were beautiful. It is a very vivid poem, and really portrays the moment so clearly, the reader can feel in the moment with the writer. Marie Davids
I was actually brought back to that imagery (a poem written some time ago) by a little afternoon road trip the other day when we were returning from errands and I saw the trees absolutely exploding with tiny leaves and buds and overriding all of the monochrome of the winter. A view, and a sensation, of which I never tire! I’m so delighted you enjoyed it, my friend!
Both pieces offer such strong imagery, Kathryn, but the child flying the kite brought an immediate smile. Watching a child finally master the art of getting a kite up into the air was always a favorite pastime when I lived on the edge of Lincoln Park. I don’t know who’s heart soared higher, that of the parent or the child.
Beautiful Lincoln Park! Mom and Dad took us there a time or two during our Mount Prospect years, of course, and in R’s and my last couple of convention-time visits to Chicago I have been reminded how marvelous are the Chicago parks, the Lake, the fabulous city, and even the fabled wind that would take charge of any sweet little kid with a kite! Closest I remember coming to kite flying there is when we sisters would make sure on outings to sandwich our teeniest sister between us so when the wind buffeted her feet right off the ground she wouldn’t just up and blow away! (Really!) 🙂
Both are so beautifully written and delightful, Kathryn: To swirl in the sky with a dip and a feint~
And this verse is just so vibrant, I can visualize the colors:
The mirroring water Caribbean blue
on the patio table and chair
to reflect the sky or the azure eye
of a hoverer in the air–
xx
You, I well know, have the eyes to see it!
xoxo!
Loved your words and so thankful that we have lost our black and white winter.
Aren’t we lucky and happy when spring takes the stage again!
Oh how I would love to be able to spend a few days with you – you have so much to teach and to give. Beautiful!
🙂 Mandy
My sweet, I would delight in any time with you–and believe me, I know I’d be the eager learner. Be sure to let me know any time you’re anywhere close to north Texas, for starters–the guest ‘suite’ awaits you. 🙂
Kathryn
xo
So many beautiful colours! As I read them, they appeared in my mind almost like flashes. I love the paintings, too! 😀
Hmmm, I’d love to see *your* paintings of the texts! 😀
Marvelous imagery…I’m fairly speechless.
A rare occurence. Enjoy it while it lasts… 😉
Not that I mind quiet time spent with you any more than our conversations, but really, I *do* enjoy the banter so! 😀
I particularly liked the first one with its quick rhyme in the 3rd line of each “stanza” of four. The “season’s reticent clothes” was the most striking metaphor to my mind. Enjoyed!
Thank you kindly, Dennis. 🙂
I love the colors and this line “to erase from sight the black and white
of the season’s reticent clothes.”
Just so long as you don’t erase the black and white of that gorgeous phone book flouncy dress! I’m still jonesing for that clothing item.
What a metaphor thinking of a kite painting the sky at the hand of a child! Beautiful.. and how glorious to see black and white give way to color once again! Your painting are absolutely stunning and I love their vibrant shades and flowing lines:) Dreamy! xoxo
One of the things that’s been fun about ‘going digital’ is that I can do as I have with these details from the same painting, playing around with the textures and colors to vary them for effect. Yet another new paintbrush!
xoxo
Great fun.. is that photoshop?
Yes–my two sisters who work in admin at Adobe keep me supplied with great Photoshop toys! I, being the low-tech person I am, have barely scratched the surface of learning what the package can do (even what individual tools and techniques within it can do!), but what little I know how to use or accidentally fall upon is great fun. 🙂
Bright blues & other hues of orange & green; it seems
KI is reflecting from her creative dreams…
Methinks I must hie myself off to dreamland once again. Wanting to get back into some colorful work (drawing? painting?), I feel . . .
I’m always impressed by your poetry.
You are so kind, Dennis. I admire your writing as well!