Savage Semblance of Colors
....and for from where-all comes beauty, as i am extolled amongst the sweetened background of your desire, while coming forth into the arena of eye as i, so that in this place of savage semblance of colors i give thanks….
And so I thought I would take a lazy morning stroll down the paths of close to home today, before I enter into the toiling of be-grimed striving to make work a place of play. So the invitations have now been sent out, for any and all to come along and join in the cascade of parades….
....sitting on the porch, I looked over my head to the left and caught one such as this gawking at my place of solitude….
....blogging can be or at least I have found to be an expression of one’s own self….in which you have a chance to create your own form-of-art and in that form there is the constant revealing-expression of self….so I will often let out bits of my-self through the art-of-disclosure….henceforth let it be known that my most favorite color that I surround my-self in is red….and yes, one can larn a lot about one’s self when you understand the colors that make up that being….
....rising from the porch, we soon start moving north past a garage shed and into the area of the south side of my barn, where awaits these youth-full ones with pedals of yellow, yelling out the good news of a morning greeting, against the background of weathered board and batten siding….
....I also love yellow, so here we have red and yellow golden sunny sun-flowers….
....continuing on past the cellar of the barn on the left, my gaze is fastened on what be-holden beauties stand before me, while also cramming in the sights that converge to make up the background….
....and so I-we-you pause and breath in the scent of beauty, just as in times past there were those who used smelling salts to revive a fallen soul….so now I gather the smells of beauty as a re-vival-of-spirit….
....has any-one been keping count of the colors that make up my many shades of being….reds and yellows to blue-of-blues….
....ah yes, a singing hammock in the wind, that calls for any who are tired at the end of day….and to all those who stand here before, there is that opening in the veil were dreams come true and rhymes can ride on wings-of-imagination….
....turning around now, we shall head for home….
....gasping for breath, I am consumed within the rhapsody of your red, as your yellows of color have inhaled me, till I am again exhaled in all the regal glory of your splendors of red….
....oh how the scarlets of your crimson red have so inspired me, just as I am attached to your crimson-scarlet-red-thread-of life….
”Where there is beauty; truth, where semblance; love,” —by William Shakespeare and from Cymbeline: II, iv
”....once i saw my-self as separate from the many other’s that surrounded me, and therefore i often felt much at dis-ease, till came that awakened morning full of colored de-light, where in the twinkled eye-of-i there unfolded before me wondrous works of ‘wood art’.....”
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/