Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I thought I knew red
'til I saw a Scarlet Tanager
showing off on an old fisherman's trail

thought I knew the blues
til I heard Robert Johnson
then read about his sad short life

thought I knew green
'til Van Morrison explained to me
it wasn't that easy

thought I knew purple
til Jimi came out of a haze
with his guitar on fire

thought I knew orange
til the neon flames of psychedelia melted
my frozen cheeks

thought I knew brown
til I saw Keira Knightley's eyes looking at me
in the middle of the night when i paused some dumb movie

I thought I knew all these colors
I was pretty damn sure of it, I mean
I had the 64 count box of Crayola crayons !

the takeaway might be, there is always more to know
so keep a song in your heart and a mind open
for sudden ocean breezes... flying over the space you occupy

and when you can.....soar............. catch a rainbow
slide down that arc with the childish glee of a Chutes and Ladders game ...
right into the bosom of a brand new day.......

transcendental tones and shadows

Sight is the new gold, and its colors are a gift.

beautiful poem. beautiful comment. thanks