Three Word Wednesday CLXXXVIII escape, hum, and vibrant
there are rooms in my heart
I move though them and change colour
a chameleon butterfly
sun dog after storm rays
changing with the seasons
timid wanting approval roomÂ gray
and brown and fears mistakes
with a sinking stomach ache
hums through the dark fingering
good luck charm and how to manual
selfish blood red grabs self and shakes it
squeezing it dry for holding on too tight
resenting every and all and wishing
for more, for less for anything but what is
chewing bitterness gum
heart that escapes through the attic window
vibrant blue and yellow ochre
boat rocker, wing flapper
throw caution to the wind, faith leaper
poetry in motion, life lover
so I come here bringing all those selves
and hope for something that takes shape
that doesn’t crumble or tremble or
creep away in the shadows but
lets me sit amid the rooms in peace
The use of color really makes this a strong piece. However, using “of” in the first stanza kind of threw me. Personal preference, I know, but I re-read without them and I think it flowed better.
On rereading I agree – thanks 🙂 will make the changes now.
Yeah, I love the idea of moving through the different rooms of your heart and changing colour. Nicely done!
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A touching poem. It is so hard to find peace in ourselves.
sometimes being honest with yourself and accepting all the parts helps 🙂
I loved this! Being in my home most of the time I have created my peace with color and hubby gave me the same outside.
I am strongly affected by color too – I’m glad you have that peace. In AND out 🙂
This was beautiful…I love the idea of rooms in our heart, each with a different hue.
This reminded me of Whitman: I am large, I contain multitudes.
I like the way color plays a role in each of these multitudes.
A beautiful concept in this one. Loved it.
Colors bring out emotions, and separating them into their own corners of your heart is certainly a “colorful” concept. Good one Dee!
Wonderful! I love the illustration of our journey that you painted with your words.
a wonderful house filled with colorful rooms and breathing thoughts.. i often think about houses and what they know and speak and tell or do not tell..
Very strong poem Dee…and what more, taking colors to manifest the things we have in life, made it even subtle…
And yes, I believe that there’s so much rooms in our heart, carrying vibrant colors…colors that represent so many things in our life!
Thanks Dee! Lovely poem!
Thank you everyone – this one was so personal for me. Ann, my my my, Whitman? Wow..
Jay – wouldn’t it be nice if we could really separate those things into neat compartments? Unfortunately I’m usually a bit messier than this poem. Stuff tends to mix.
Amity – what a perfect way to put it. When we do it well, writing DOES subtly manifest 🙂
Color does seem to enhance our energies. Rooms of the heart is a fine thought.
thank you – fine thoughts are good to have 🙂
Gorgeous and moving. I love how you used color to paint the rooms of your mind. A great metaphor for the many selves inside the one.
thank you so much 🙂
Your gift for imagery continues to blow me away, and I love the way this poem runs like a fast, very fast, river. Run on, girl.
thank you for the “gift” – that’s a keeper.