Juicy

In my turquoise mind I am
splashing rainbows of colour
where my heart bleeds
its emotions on hungry canvas

In my sun-yellow heart I am
creator of rampant new worlds
monster flowers raining
petals on miniature microcosms

In my body scarlet energy flows
vibrating and aching
with endless possibilities
for fresh new beginnings

On my purple horizon
nothing is planned
everything is radiant
life is succulent

1912049_519931131454824_1160470060_n

Juicy

*****

This week, Grace, our host at dVerse Poetics is throwing colour our way, to chime perfectly with the arrival of spring – hallelujah! She introduces us to the fabulous art of Sunita Khedekar and is inviting us to write a poem inspired by one of her works.

I hope you enjoy my offering – and please do join us! The hosts all work extremely hard to make the community a success.

39 thoughts on “Juicy

  1. I like how you played with the colors, your moods and writing intentions and linked them to the painting you selected. I recognize your writings in all of them and am glad the horizon is brighter, just waiting for you to express yourself in new ways.

  2. Wow, I like the personification of mind, body & heart of colors ~ And the ending is just perfect ( I love the word succulent) ~

    On my purple horizon
    nothing is planned
    everything is radiant
    life is succulent

    Thanks for linking up πŸ™‚

  3. I liked all the colors you have attributed to yourself, Freya. I empathize with the purple horizon. Sometimes the best things that happen are not planned….and yes, life is succulent indeed!

  4. i like the freedom in nothing planned,
    yet everything radiant….and in creating rampant new worlds
    there is a cool energy in this freya…
    i like too how you touch each of your elements…

    all well…busy with school and work…
    been under ice the last 2 days as well
    i am ready for spring..

  5. Like all of the previous comments, I like the way the you use color. I also agree, life is succulent. Very fun poem, Freya.

  6. We would be inhabiting a dismal world indeed if we had no cones in our retina, just a gray-grey B&W environment; this poem is a fitting celebration, and it rocks the Artwork; cool.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s