• Friday, January 01st, 2010
Artist: Christine Comyn
Burgundy Fireworks
He thinks of the spaces between her words
Where comfortable silence stokes his anticipation
At first, he hears just the surface of her words
With the meaning’s complexity hidden below
She languidly floats out the word “burgundy”
Accompanied by a knowing mischievous giggle
His curiosity piqued – a desire to understand
The emotional fireworks she sparks with a simple word
His searches for the meaning to her word
During his silence she teases, “Don’t you like burgundy?”
She paints in the word with vibrant colors
Images form of the breeze, laughter, feathers, generosity
He smiles as the beautiful mystery starts to unfold
Emotional fireworks explode between the spaces of her words
She is burgundy …
Michael
Beautiful. Now I will never see burgundy the same, and your very sensual poem will float around inside my head at the sight or sound of the word or color. and i’ll smile. thanks :)
An intriguing write. You painted quite a mystery with your words here, conjuring up some beautiful imagery in the process.
I loved the poem.I will remember this poem every time I look around my house. I have many burgundy-colored items in my house. The painting reminds me of being in the hospital and holding my children for the first time. The look on her face is one of wonderment and awe, in my eyes.
Madison – thank you … the words seemed to flow out of this painting for me. Mike.
Thank you Salaam – I appreciate your comments … Mike.
Erica – thank you … I tend to see the colors in words and when I saw this painting, the words just flowed … Mike.