Looking at the Flavor of Color

Again I am adding a post in addition to my regular schedule. I was compelled to do so for the W3 prompt offered by the Poet of the Week Aditi Sharma on the Skeptics Kaddish. Aditi challenged us to write a Pantoum about “anything dreamy, something non-existent in the real world, or just about your real-life dreams”. Because I love the Pantoum I couldn’t resist. Which is why you have to have stamina to read this poem all the way through. I considered chopping out part of it but, hey, I like it the way it is.

I see deep greens in azure streams
Murky depths where the light is low
My prism eyes detect the separate dreams
I feel the colors of the swirling flow

Murky depths where the light is low
Rough red and saffron through my hands
I feel the colors of the swirling flow
My crimson blood released to foreign lands

Rough red and saffron through my hands
I taste the tang of purple, indigo and drink it in
My crimson blood released to foreign lands
Running carmine and cobalt off lip and chin

I taste the tang of purple, indigo and drink it in
My mouth is not big enough to contain the swell
Running carmine and cobalt off lip and chin
I hear humming wave and chiming bell

My mouth is not big enough to contain the swell
Bass brown countered by soprano buzz of blues
I hear humming wave and chiming bell
My soul sings in counterpoint in forest green hues

Bass brown countered by soprano buzz of blues
Inviting me to become the water’s bride
My soul sings in counterpoint in forest green hues
I want to be washed, soaked in color, tie-dyed

Inviting me to become the water’s bride
I pray for more than black and white
I want to be washed, soaked in color, tie-dyed
No artist’s palette can contain the sight

I pray for more than black and white
My thoughts are drenched in grue and bleen
No artist’s palette can contain the sight
Hope is water wings glowing octarine*

My thoughts are drenched in grue and bleen**
My dreams float above the water line
Hope is water wings glowing octarine
Caught on fire and drowned in brine

My dreams float above the water line
I see deep greens in azure streams
Caught on fire and drowned in brine
My prism eyes detect the separate dreams

*Octarine, in the Discworld books, is known as ‘the colour of magic’, which forms the title of Pratchett’s first ever Discworld book. According to Disc mythology, octarine is visible only to wizards and cats, and is generally described as a sort of greenish-yellow purple colour.

** Grue and Bleen are sniglets to describe a color that extends to include shades of blue and green.  An alternative, meaning the same thing, is bleen, though linguists and anthropologists tend to use the term grue. 

74 thoughts on “Looking at the Flavor of Color

    1. Thank-you SAM! I really believe that poetry can be a great mental exercise! The Pantoum is one of my favorite forms but then I like the forms that have interlocking lines (like the Villanelle, Kyrielle, Catena Rondo, Emmett, even the Harrisham Rhyme)… I would love to see your Pantoum!

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  1. I’m glad you explained some of the color information. I had trouble concentrating due to the flashing “waiting for…” bar at the bottom. Assume an ad.

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          1. been there and when free came along I think FB was what replaced my blog. Don’t remember. I still have one on Xanga as I bought a life time membership one year. lol

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                1. Yes that can be a real issue for folks who don’t have a separate dedicated space! Our basement has a room with shelving (would work great for storing canned goods but Sparky has it chalk full of “stuff”… Some day it will all go to the curb!

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    1. Judy you don’t give yourself enough credit! This is about imagination of which I know you have a good supply! Thanks so much for the compliment – I’m glad I could suck you into this world!

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    1. Thanks Stephanie! I’m tickled you like the tie-dye part! I really wrestled with the length of this one because so many people go for the micro-poetry. I thought it wouldn’t play well. It is good to know that you think I made the right decision!

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  2. I felt like I was drowning in colors! It also reminded me of a choir director when I was in high school. We were in Italy for the International Choral Festival. The competition in Rome was over and all the choirs were now in Florence and about to sing as one 500 voice choir for the Easter service at Florence Cathedral. He kept stopping us during rehearsal, yelling, “No! No! No! I am hearing yellow! I want to hear PURPLE!!”

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    1. Hehe! Those choir directors can be a bit unhinged at times… but maybe he was a synthesete? Please don’t drown – just drink it in, gulp it down, and then sing in PURPLE!!!

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  3. Your poem was so entrancing and beautiful. It flows so naturally yet every line retains its own colour. I would like you to be the ‘Poet of the Week’ for this week’s W3 prompt. Thanks for joining. ❤

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  4. Hi, Muri!

    Aditi has selected you to be this week’s Poet of the Week for W3.

    Could you please send me your guidelines for W3 participants in the next day or two?

    Thanks 😊 so much,
    David

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  5. Just now seeing this. (Took a week off… wasn’t feeling the pantoun) … Oh my goodness! This so good!!! “I feel shocked, Cotton!”🤣

    Really gorgeous, seriously!!

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