I was told that orange is the color of madness.
Nevertheless, today, I am thinking orange.
Or maybe every day?
I felt the smell of ripe apricots
and in my mind I saw Van Gogh's Sunflowers
and orange fields.
Were all these paint tubes at a bargain price?
Who was screaming so loud
into his ear that he had to cut it?
Let me patter. Sometimes I need to think
about strange things.
I am back to the colored voice
(even wires have this magic color, isn't it?)
slowly coming
conquering and charming the atoms of copper wires
not allowing them to live their stochastic life
sliding slowly down my spine
(not because of gravitation, because of love)
burning me with the apricot rhapsody.
Author notes
POM
In a list
A contest entry
- The POM ~* ~* by Arkbear.
700 points, ended September 3, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Hornswaggle's Gold by Acidanthra.
400 points, ended October 2, 2007, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Interesting
I love the mistic ways of your mind
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i was told orange is the color of light, what a pleasure reading this piece, you did a great job.
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Thank you Marctheman for your kind comment and applause.
~Sonja~
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Wow ~
Sonja....very impressed this week ~
You have dug into the field of unknown and
supplied us with this masterpiece of thought ~
You are a growing Poet, and it was a pleasure to see this
entry in this POM's list......very well done indeed ~
Nice indulgence in a quest to figure
out our your souls' thoughts ~
The best to you Hun ~
Bear ~
Title 10
Flow 8.5
Depth 9.4
Theme 9.6
Feelings 8.7
Grammar 9.1
Presentation 9.
Uncommonness 9.1
Sit & Ponder Affect 8.7
Ability to follow Rules 10
Bears Score: 92.1
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Thank you arkbear for this contest, your well done job and for scores and of course for this nice shiny trophy.
~Sonja~
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your poetry is the color of spring and the perfume of sunset
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Thank you mimi, I am glad that you enjoyed my colors and perfume.
~Sonja~
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"I was told that orange is the color of madness.
Nevertheless, today, I am thinking orange.
Or maybe every day?"
wonderful poem, I so relate to this.
"Let me patter. Sometimes I need to think
about strange things."
I like the different 'tone' of voices
in this poem, a great read!
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Well, yes, as you noticed, I like to change the rhythm and tone and voice but thats always me, walking in the shoes of poetry
~Sonja~
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very nice here ,love the scent of apricots, and to top it off with your wonderful pen,you may have a winner,
SH
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Thank you my dear friend for so nice comment and good wishes.
~Sonja~
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Oh lovely poetry...peach, apricot, sun, copper, orange, tangerine...all the colours of love's rhapsody! You do write the heart's music with a gentle touch...wonderfully creative. Somebody once said that if love isn't madness it isn't love at all. So yes, this is love!!
~ Nicolette
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Thank you dear Nic for your always kind words of acceptance and understanding of my kind of poetry. I like orange and oranges, tangerines and all mentioned colors rhapsody. My imagination is always looking for a new challenge, and never allowed me to stay inside the common borders.
~Sonja~
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