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By Chance or Appointment - 24. Seven Skyscrapers: The Colors of June

Seven Skyscrapers for this auspicious month. As is ever the case, if you find errors or mistakes here, they are mine alone.

Red is made

from shared humanity,

of embers glowing eternally,

equal in that divine light underneath the skin

where each is like to each, more than not,

which those with eyes to see

recognize.

 

Orange flies

across our dimmed vision

like butterflies ascending the breeze,

newly emerged and fresh-formed after winter’s rest

to scatter across dull ignorance

and beat young wings upon

our shoulders.

 

Yellow waits

until we’re not watching

to work its magic on stone-cold hearts,

so by its warmth injury might be reconciled

while old, weary eyes change how they see,

and fists that once clenched tight

lie open.

 

Green glories

in new leaves unfurling

over riotous rhododendrons,

and infant shoots on old vines locked in fall’s embrace;

it shouts aloud to praise warming days

and wakes love’s sleeping seeds

to burst forth.

 

Blue believes

in impossible things

like bumblebees laden with pollen

or streams that sing sweet songs to summer afternoons

when bold boys walk laughing, side by side,

through the bearded high grass

holding hands.

 

Indigo

hushes the restless world

and holds uncounted gems in its hands

before tossing them across its dark counterpane

to illuminate an infant dream

that grows into the self

it first knew.

 

Violet

embraces each bright dawn

without judgement or hesitation,

unconcerned about what the robins have to say

about morning clouds making sweet love

to each other on the

horizon.


I am grateful to @AC Benus for his insights in making these better, and for creating this most expressive poetic form. And I am thankful for you, whoever reads these lines, for taking time with them.
Copyright © 2022 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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Parker Owens
9 minutes ago, pvtguy said:

You have brought wonderful contemplation to each color.  With today remembering the Pulse massacre in Orlando, each of these colors also describes the 49 beautiful people who lost their lives because of the hatred of one man.  These colors also bring healing and hope.

Thank you. I’m glad these helped you remember. I sincerely wish they are as you suggested, healing and hopeful. Thanks again. 

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Parker Owens
2 minutes ago, northie said:

What a lovely selection. For Pride, yes, but also published on today's Pulse anniversary. They all radiate acceptance, hope, universality, and how we are part of nature, not divorced from it. 🌈😘

We are indeed an equal part of this world. Nobody can deny us our true light and inner fire, no matter what color it might burn. Thank you for seeing that in these. 

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Parker Owens
2 hours ago, weinerdog said:

Hey you taught this dumb guy something I wasn’t aware of the color indigo I would have said blue. It's a beautiful color. I've heard of The Indigo Girls now I'm going to have too look up why they named themselves that.

Thank you for reading, and especially for thinking about Indigo. It’s interesting that the color refers to a deep blue dye, but that it has been redefined several times to be more purple/violet in our era. It’s deep blue enough to name the Indigo Bunting bird, which has a fascinating color seen from the proper angle. 

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