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A color test
like when I hold
a buttercup
under your chin
to see if you
really like butter
only this is not a
buttercup
perhaps it is a
red
or a pink
like your skin
at night in the
candlelight
and I can't
really see
but only feel
the softness
of your moist
shoulder under
my cheek
of the variegated
green like
sunspots through
the forest ceiling
like a Monet
dancing silently
like sailboats
like stars
trailing off
through twilight
wishing
the warmth
of sun
of Saturdays
cut grass scent
as you open
your eyes
to a day of
matinees and
the madness
of pure imagination
of golden Naples
yellow fields
of starry nights
swirling
about our
sitting quietly
reading the old
torn books
of our youth
oh and there is one
more color test
it's that color
in the woods
straight ahead
under the trees
the moonlight
lighting a path to
the right
and you want
to walk into the
light
but you know
the path is ahead
and the color
is unnamed
other then you
know the color
is yours,
even if it is
a bit dark
when the moonlight
is in your eyes
like when I hold
a buttercup
under your chin
to see if you
really like butter
only this is not a
buttercup
perhaps it is a
red
or a pink
like your skin
at night in the
candlelight
and I can't
really see
but only feel
the softness
of your moist
shoulder under
my cheek
of the variegated
green like
sunspots through
the forest ceiling
like a Monet
dancing silently
like sailboats
like stars
trailing off
through twilight
wishing
the warmth
of sun
of Saturdays
cut grass scent
as you open
your eyes
to a day of
matinees and
the madness
of pure imagination
of golden Naples
yellow fields
of starry nights
swirling
about our
sitting quietly
reading the old
torn books
of our youth
oh and there is one
more color test
it's that color
in the woods
straight ahead
under the trees
the moonlight
lighting a path to
the right
and you want
to walk into the
light
but you know
the path is ahead
and the color
is unnamed
other then you
know the color
is yours,
even if it is
a bit dark
when the moonlight
is in your eyes
This is quite wonderful … the painting and the poetry. Great stuff Doug! WOWZER! Yes, I know this color is mine … and yours. all of ours. you're f'ing brilliant! (s'cuse my french!!!) love you, peri
Thank you Peri! Yes it's the color of sharing a glass of red on the beach, white sea foam bubbling through dark rocks, the sunlight through water and all that movement and that gesture that took my breath away.
Love you too dearest!
Why does it speak to me of snow and that odd blueblack color the ocean gets on the edge of a storm? If I were the Snow Queen, I would wear a fur-lined cape in these winter hues and my skirts swishing down the halls of the Ice Palace would whisper to you, “Come away to the empty beach head…follow the snow-dusted paths along the dunes…just a little farther on…”
As Peri so aptly notes, Douglas, you are f’ing brilliant!
That is one bitch’n piece of art ;o)
Ah Kat! I’m sorry I missed your comment until now! Thank you! Yes I think I was feeling the snow on the sand dunes and then a little false spring lately wondering where the rains went and tonight there are no visible stars, only the sound of rain.
Hi Ishi! Wow you look wonderful tonight, smiles, bright light, red highlights streaking through into the dark dilated pupils caught off guard when the light flashed smile, be beautiful tonight. It worked and TY!
Beautiful picture Doug. I hope you get to cross post this in Dreams of Artists
so many others get to see your mastery.
Thank you Lee!
Well maybe?
I’ll probably post the painting I’ll be sending to Ashley in Dreams because I have a context for doing so.
I’ve been thinking that a Gaian group art show on Dreams might be kind of fun but haven’t really thought about the details yet.