At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar and she has invited us to write a poem working with grapheme colour synesthesia.
dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar
“The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.” Tom Stoppard
Spiced As Wise Orla wandered a new beginning trusting herself to this new path with an optimism born of moonlight where she yellowed a glow from her very centre that radiated so golden, spiced as wise cumin to be lavishly bestowed on all the suns in the orbit of her generous aching flames bursting upon the scene beyond mellow fields, seeking beyond hue to the crackling of possibility. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: I am stronger at hearing and feeling colour than seeing it in letters. The name Orla is Celtic and can be translated as Golden Princess. O is my starting point as O is yellow and so it goes.
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So richly yellow, this golden-hued poem.
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Thank you, very much appreciated.
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Beautifully composed with such an uplifting message “seeking beyond hue to the
crackling of possibility”.
The Golden Princess is filling our souls with the mellow yellow of possibliites.
🙏👏👏👏👏 ❤️Cindy
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She is indeed Cindy, and many thanks. 🙂
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You’re so welcome Paul…xo
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🙂
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Your Yellow Ola reminded me of the Neal Diamond song… I am the sun, you are the rain…play me…I think is part of the line!
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I know that song well, such a great line too. Nice memory thank you for connecting it Dwight.
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You are welcome! Enjoyed your post!
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🙂
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OOps! I see she is Orla!
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Well, close 🙂
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:>)
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“where she yellowed
a glow from her very centre
that radiated so golden,
spiced as wise cumin” lovely
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Thank you so much.
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You had me at that crazy-awesome title, but “crackling of possibility” is equally wonderful.
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Thank you De, very much appreciated, thank you for sharing how that spoke.
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This poem GLOWS! 💝 I love; “spiced as wise cumin to be lavishly bestowed on all the suns in the orbit of her generous aching flames bursting upon the
scene.” 😀
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Thank you Sanaa, I love that you enjoyed that part especially. She is balanced, energised and wise, I know some women who are very like that. Thank you for sharing.
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“Spiced with wise cumin” is the sensory image that stood out for me.
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I was so pleased with that line it just came as I started the poem. Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. It’s always such a thrill to get one of those lines delivered by the universe for no reason at all.
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Absolutely Liz.
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I wanted a little more punctuation and some of the words were a bit out of place and stopped the flow of reading. Lovely, but not quite there yet. It has great potential.
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it’s a nice poem. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you so much Isabel
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If you can see all the colors like this I believe there is a crackling of possibility… there is certainly a flame there.
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It sure feels that way.
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This has such a rich, and vibrant response. Unique take and I like the cumin association with possibility. Thanks for sharing.
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Many thanks Grace.
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Beautiful, indeed.
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Many thanks Amy.
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Thank you for this very uplifiting poem, Paul! Very appreciated, just in these dark days of the year. Michael
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That is wonderful to hear Michael, thrilled to be able to do that.
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:-))
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I love your use of words to conjure such beautiful evocative imagery
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Thank you so much.
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