Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colors. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Monochromes and Metronomes


Wrote my first Villanelle for AP Literature. Here it is!

I see the world in monochrome.
I feel the world in devotion.
I hear the world in metronome.

One color put to use in and out of home
to keep the norm and cause no commotion.
I see the world in monochrome.

A metrical tick tick, unfree to roam
from the synchronized, fixed pulse and motion.
I hear the world in metronome.

Varying the hues, unafraid of the single color home
base; each tint, tone, and shade is a brand new notion.
I see the world in monochrome.

Staccatos and legatos played - resonating within the dome
with crescendo and diminuendo - orderly, yet filled with emotion.
I hear the world in metronome.

In one, continuous, permanent sight and sound tomb,
are variations unknown and new found depth set in motion.
And I still see the world in monochrome.
And I still hear the world in metronome.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Butterfly Wings

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you-
Then, it will be true.

My name, Greek meaning butterfly
My childhood interest, butterflies
My name, simply an overlying umbrella sly
My childhood interest, spread much wider before my eyes

The allure of the butterfly wings enchanting
Its vivid colors vibrant and alluring
The complexity and simplicity so intriguing
Its frail frame and delicate grace flitting

Much like them, I’ve come to realize our selves follow
In complexity yet simplicity, vibrant yet delicate still
I grow observing the nature of nature unfold from depths and shallows
And know that I, like many more, make of myself what I will

I flutter through the crowds of people, watching, listening, and being
From all the experience, observation, emotion, and secret
Told in confidence and kept in confidence can truth and reality ring
For us to learn as I have, to learn from mistakes, but neither fret nor regret

From my position as a butterfly on the wall and amongst the fields
Of people with their gossip, drama, and troubles
Of nature with its placid differences, yet a parallel which it wields
Of silence with myself, reflecting in the serenity and anxiety that doubles

From all that I see, hear, learn, and am told, I intake
All the vivid colors spread through the skies and before my eyes
Sheltered under my sly umbrella, these are what I shall undertake
Reacting with delight, horror, expectance, and surprise

In the form of all that I do, speak, and create, I partake
Through my actions, art, and words – spoken and written
I build up, create, lose, and find myself for mine and others’ sake
Showing who, where, what, when, and how I was, am, and will have been

The butterfly wings drew me in and hold me there still
But that is only in my mentality and heart for otherwise I wander
Through my mind and body walking and searching for lives to fill
Much like the vivid black upon white butterfly wings of this page yonder

Friday, November 19, 2010

Violet Hour

My thoughts so colored and vivid
Everything out and exploded
My reality highlighted
Knowing things unsaid

Acting this way, no reason why
Saying so is such a lie
Shaking those thoughts away
No time for this play by play

Feeling oh so surreal
How do we deal with this ordeal?
Falling back to fantasy dreams
Away from the extremes

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Floating up in bliss
Each moment one to miss
Up at cloud nine
Watching for the sign

Each passing day
A proud display
Held in the heart
Every part from the start

Staring at the ceiling
Just reminiscing
Some may say
To forget that day

But hold on to it
In the dark, it is lit
Bittersweet memories
Thinking of what would be

But won’t stand the pain
We’re in a new lane
Life will go on
As the past’s spawn

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

A new day has come
To that I’ll succumb
Another time has arisen
Won’t stay in this prison

Breaking from this place
But leaving my trace
Before escaping free
Into lairs of fantasy

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Into the land of dreams
Following the stream
No longer struggling
Against every little thing

Unlocking the jail cell
That kept my heart well
Locked away by fear
Scared of pain and tears

Knowing that it comes
Like the beating of a drum
Sweet and sour alike
The soft and the spikes

Taking it as it comes
Adding up the sums
Feeling new and alive
A rejuvenated drive

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete

Standing so royal
Proud and regal
Turning it around
At last, feeling sound

Elegant and graceful
No longer so dull
Life in perspective
So much more prospective

Into the violet hour
No need for any superpower
Because here I’m complete
Nothing can compete