Saturday, 2 July 2016

Self Portrait in Colour

/*maroon is a combination of red and blue*/

He wakes from maroon dreams,
Into a world of summer autumn colour schemes.
The maroon man with his myriad moods,
At schemes ,chuckles, smirks,laughs and broods.

Red from blood once flowing,
From skin covering secret scars,
That now radiant and lambent are glowing,
Like battle scars on old guitars.

Blue from a music of oppressed art,
Blue borrowed scent,  blue love and blue heart.
And somewhere Bukowski  is sounding a rebel yell,
'Love......love is a dog from hell.'

As his eyes crave the sepia tint of nostalgia,
Blue and red blend , overpowering melancholia.
Hail muse! As nocturne sea brings foam to shore,
As maroon distills into purity from its ore.

City moves in chemically somnambulistic steps,
As poets of buildings large and small perplex.
Between these lines of cathartic ink,
Maroon turns into crimson,magenta or even pink.



43 comments:

  1. What meaning we can take into those colors, sometimes the world is more like a big bruise...

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    1. Ahh well that just makes it seem even more poetic doesn't it?

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  2. Well done with the maroon dreams melding into pink with Bukowski somewhere in between with the bruised guitar...!!

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  3. I like the enumeration of possibilities. But then, I am very fond of all shades of purple (combinations of red and blue).

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  4. from scars, pains to purity and radiance...nicely put...

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  5. But sometimes, combining all the colors, we may end up being colorless.

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    1. Perhaps that's what it takes to get clarity - to have so much colour that it renders one colourless

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  6. What a wonderful riff this is - Like battle scars on old guitars - such a wonderful line..the whole portrait a sense of one who has lived..

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    1. Thank you . My 9 year old acoustic guitar has a lot of those battle scars

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  7. Blue from a music of oppressed art,
    Blue borrowed scent, blue love and blue heart.

    Sigh.... beautiful lines....!!

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  8. Most of our lives are colored none more so than an artist searching for what his mind sees as he struggles to put it on canvas. Art is is not a game it is an ambition to paint dreams.

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    1. True at that. We only see the colours we use to paint our canvases.

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  9. A colorful & meaningful journey in words!

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  10. As his eyes crave the sepia tint of nostalgia,
    Blue and red blend, overpowering melancholia.

    Wonderful lines. Good work man!

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  11. As his eyes crave the sepia tint of nostalgia,
    Blue and red blend, overpowering melancholia.

    Wonderful lines. Good work man!

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  12. Love the last two lines best, the sight of color being metamorphosed by experience and living.

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    1. Thanks magaly! That's what in was going for

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  13. This entire post made me smile....the Bukowski line, the sunflower soap, and the maroon man. It is nice to contemplate the colour maroon, which I have not thought about in a long time. Thanks for this.

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    1. That's the thing about maroon ,it's not thought of so much , but it's pretty cool in it's own way

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  14. Really enjoyed this fascinating poem and especially loved how you ended it with pink!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  15. Such an intense and interesting portrait of the maroon man - in between colours.

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  16. your poem is deep deep and had we thinking very serious, then the Van Gogh soap pic made me smile. I'm back in balance mode

    Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today Suyash

    much love...

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  17. That's how I balance seriousNess with ridiculousness

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  18. "Like battle scars on old guitars." Intriguing and unusual image you use hear to ground the rest. And I love that "maroon" man sounds like "marooned man," one who sees in shades of blood and loss, some faded.I love, too, that Bukowski's line fits right in.

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    1. Very well executed, vivid imagery and details. You brought your maroon man to life,

      Elizabeth

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    2. Well that ol man always knew what to say

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  19. Love the Bukowski reference so much :-)

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  20. A beautiful rainbow of colors!

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  21. ah, you paint with a riot of colours.
    i liked what you said about battle scars on old guitars. it's really about serious music. liked the reference to bukowski. and his 'love is a dog from hell'.

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    1. Yeah , it's a poignant thing he said

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  22. Love the colors that you have imbued this piece with - as well as some wonderful wordsmithing.

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    1. wordsmithing- now that's a word i really like

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  23. Your poem is a kaleidoscope of colours, dreamscapes and soundscapes. I fell into it like Alice, spinning and swirling. Cathartic indeed! Thanks for sharing.

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    1. why thank you for the wonderful alice in wonderland reference!

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  24. Yes, this leaves its impression after being read...deliciously written and absorbing.

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  25. 'Love...love is a dog from hell'
    He's not wrong:)

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  26. I adore this. I love the way it sounds when I read it aloud and I love the moods it evoked with your well chosen words.

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  27. Wow. This was amazing. The last two lines give it a perfect ending.

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