Living Color

Life loves color.

All the fiestas attest.

Funeral processions carry flowers

as gifts for the dead…

icons in shades of pastel,

a racing stripe on a car,

clown make up to make a point.

Chromesthesia sees sound as color,

a trick of the mind.

A tool of survival: hummingbirds

see the color of pollen.

Red, yellow and green tell us to

stop or go.

A lady in a flowered dress is 

very attractive.

White is all the colors, black is none.

White hats, black hats distinguish 

good from evil.

That’s a cliche, but why is it that way?

I’m feeling blue, I’m seeing red…

colors we use to express.

When I visited the Art Institute of Chicago,

my eyes always hurt from the overload of color.

Matisse, Van Gogh, used color to dazzling effect.

When I had cataracts, the world was amber and vague.

After I had them removed, the world was psychedelic

until I got used to color again. 

We sometimes say the truth is black and white, or,

many shades of grey.

That’s not exactly right…we see the world through 

a prism that divides the light into colors..it adds

complexity into the games we play.

Viva color!

It always makes my day.