Painting Voices
by Odin Roark

How indelible
These frequencies abounding
Filling our senses with color
Defending our spirit with aura

Voices speak
Sing
Chirp
Bellow
Crosshatching endless layers

How personal their colors
Sounds of red
Yellow
Green
And blue

Diminuendos to crescendos
Weaving and blending
Curling and attaching
Mixing hues of sonance
Into the kaleidoscopic surrounding we absorb
To make into our own palettes

How lightning gray
The subway shriek
The yellow/blue
Of a lone sparrow
The crimson red
Of a Pavarotti high C

Would that the world might create
A global canvas harmonized
By colors of passion
Love
And peace
Even as they sort out
The dissonant vibrations
Of a Pollock guise

To allow our blue/gray tempest rage beneath
To surface and become one
With the purity of white
To know that the reflection of all color
Cannot be known
Without the awareness of black

Painting voices
Pulsation needing only whisper’s hue
To truly hear and see