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Ebony, Turquoise, Rust, Navy, Papaya, Dove. . .
Phyllis Jean Green
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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To our friend, the sky :)
“Take out your blue crayon, and color the sky.”
“Now take your white crayon and color the two clouds.”
Growing up, the sky was not free
from school rules. Belonged to Dick, Jane, Spot,
and Principal White. White house owners
with blood-hued tulips or whatchacalls spilling
from boxes no carpenter planed and nailed. Backdrop
an improbable blue. More improbable white. Clouds
that had they not been paper, would have been suspected
of being whipped cream taught manners and poise.
How many blue skies can you color? How many
picture-book clouds? All without going outside
the lines, mind. One day the classroom turned slate.
Soon lightning zigzagged long windows that were shrouded
in mourning black. School lights blew, and we kids drew
our collective breath. Half-scared, half-mesmerized.
My kind of sky, I thought. Another is when evening dresses
in pink, lavender, even green. Sky like a birthday
cake frosted by slightly tipsy bakers as big as the giant
leered down Jack’s beanstalk. Once I got up extra early.
A blood orange had exploded. Sun lapped the juice and left
stains in colors I searched for in vain in my Crayola box.
The rain I loved so brushed the sky with tabby cat fur.
Tan and silver stripes. Some days reminded of the old
shiny-dull plates forced to sit next to expensive china.
Pewter? Pewter, yes. The blue of an Illinois December
wasn’t the blue of JanuaryFebruaryMarchJuneJulyAugust-
September. October knew blues! Made them sing!
Made clouds almost as white as the ones Teacher saw.
November scrubbed most of them off. By December, flannel-
grey made the sky look itchy. Oyster crept, and ice.
I want to color all the skies, I thought. I want to
suggest them with pastels and paint them with water,
then a whole dripping easelful of messy, smelly oils
Now my skies are skies, almost. Thanks to Rembrandt,
Matisse, Renoir, Van Gogh. Host of later lights
left legacies of sky. Thank all creation for cheap prints.
Art will keep reminding that sky is much like each of us.
Different in our own softly, brightly, or deeply colored way.
Beauty is. . . . .let’s say there’s a reason most of us love
a rainbow. Let’s run out and see what she’s wearing
right now. Yesterday’s outfit was wren-gray. Wrinkled
silk, or maybe it was. . .tissue–? Foil–?
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, October, 2005
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|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Color me blue, as blue is perceived by you. As no one shade is made to prescription and babies not made from a mold. Yes. Yes. Yes, because the world is round not flat and forever changing as it goes round, and round, and round, and how beautful is to see and know the different strokes. Loved it.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Colorful write Pea!!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|the depth to this piece reflects the sky's essence through some very vivid and colorful imagery ...|
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|Well your description is much more colourful than our skies of late, shades of grey have been about the best weve been getting, so thanks for the visionary, ah brightens up the dullest mind.
|Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
|I love the orange exploding and the tipsy bakers and the sun lapping up the juice. how true make four cars color 3 red color one white. yuck. no wonder we get turned off to school|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Oh what an enlightening work that opens the minds of the readers to possibilities.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|I enjoyed this world of yours...|
|Reviewed by Kathy Kubik
|A wonderful poem, though I don't think any adjective would quite do this poem justice.
"School lights blew, and we kids drew
our collective breath. Half-scared, half-mesmerized.
My kind of sky, I thought."
Wonderous. Thank you for sharing,
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|An easel is only as good as the artist who knows the color wheel of palette. MIRACU-MULUS word painting Pea!!!! You color my world! For the love of skywriting!!!! EXCELLENT!
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Your beautiful words colored the skies in lovely rainbow colors Pea...lovely write
peace and love, Carole
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
It seems to me that in the last two months,
Euterpia, Apollo, Minerva and Erato are visiting You daily.
"Ebony, Turquoise, Rust, Navy, Papaya, Dove..." shows me the
way to enrich the Major Art.
Thank You for posting this glowing page to add value to
The American Fine Letters.
I salute Yo, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|You made me look, Pea..LOL!! Mine is the bluest of blues with no clouds today and changing leaves of yellow, orange and crimson obscuring my view. The sky is different everyday and even every hour. There is no right or wrong sky, paint it as you see it with your eyes, mind or soul. Cool write!
|Reviewed by Karen Cino
|What a beautiful poem on the color blue and all its possibilities. Excellent write.