The Spectrum of Colors
Colors encompass my irises in a flow,
Flowers spread wide, and ribbons fashion a bow,
Fruit ripens and juice splashes with quite an array,
The sunset yearns to put The Painter's talent on display,
Black and white is stark; gray is more then dull,
Sounds subdue, viewing sights of bright shades; noises lull,
Dancing stars flash across with brilliance unseen before,
These vibrant colors stream in silence, floating on Earth's shore.
'Shut your eyes, wait, think of nothing. Now, open them ... one sees nothing but a great coloured undulation. What then? An irradiation and glory of colour. This is what a picture should give us ... an abyss in which the eye is lost, a secret germination, a coloured state of grace ... loose conciousness. Descend with the painter into the dim tangled roots of things, and rise again from them in colours, be steeped in the light of them.'~Paul Cezanne
The Interpretation of Colors
If blue means sadness, why do we always want infinite, blue skies?,
Red roses mean love, but anger on faces, the same hue will rise,
Green could mean prosperity, riches, growth and gain,
Or envy, or moldy, or my life is too plain,
When colors speak loudly with emotion and feeling,
It leaves sights and minds to be befuddled and reeling.
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