Vibrant, Vivacious Verde

Back a few months ago as I tried to decide what luscious shade of green I would paint my bedroom, I found myself leaning to a quieter tone, one with more grace but as of late, well I'm sensing the color gods are attempting to saturate my yearning.

It makes sense since in nature it's the bold, no apologies vibrancy that drives me to dithers. I can sit & take this wall in for an eternity.

Tabletop...hello majolica. Wedgwood's is still my preference but I love the the glitz & glamour of Kim Seybert as well. Throw in a vintage plate picked up at a garage sale & Kim's new goes well with the bolds of yesteryear.

Ever notice that you can be thinking of something & then pow!!! Its laid at your doorstep over & over again. These rooms have popped up in the oddest places recently or have I been led to them unsuspectingly??? The enigma continues...

To further along the whims of the color gods attempting to reach me I've had another series of thunder bolts.



So I bow down to the gods & their love of of vibrant, vivacious verde, emerald kelly & beyond solemnly swearing to embrace this in my space. I should not be surprised though. I've once before embraced it with my soul through words.

Cloister

run past the trees, deeper into the forest

green, dark, almost black
this color, where you'll find me

breathing from my mosses

hush, hear the rutsle I make

the willows weeping, touch me
wisping & whispering

give me comfort, take my ache

play his song just one more time

oh the leaves feel like his fingers

where did the breeze come from, thank you

I can't remember when I felt such warmth

yes I do, closer, reach me

further away, goodnight skyscrapers, traffic lights

imagine devastion, push the branches away

pray be gentle
protect your face, dense as this is

remember what you touch
secluded, my scared space

darker than one should travel, I disappear into my night

barely the woman of before, turn around

witness the creature of after

clothed in leaves, caked in dirt

my will snagged by a branch, somewhere past

when my skin lucent would catch your cast

fleeing, consumed

a hollow settled with mist, my humanity caving
from earth to universal
despair tragically lush, nestled in darkness

tended by the trees

run

careful though where you step

eventually before you find me, I'll turn to seeds

Wishing everyone a vibrant & vivacious weekend!!!!!

Images coutesy of Tobi Fairley, Kim Seybert, Kip Bay's 2006 & Christian Louboutin