color theory
a body of practical guidance to color mixing and the visual effects of a specific color combination
there’s a shade you only see
when you close your eyes
it's both an absence of light
and a response to the environment
you haven’t quite left
there are things about this world
no one has ever quite finished studying
shades and rays, hues and waves
parts of this planet deeper
than anyone will ever set their feet
and here, there are parts of me
that I can’t quite outline,
trace, or shadow
overnight I become a golden white,
become the morning light,
find myself a softer neon
when I call myself, I go straight to voicemail
she kindly asks me to consider
sending her a sign instead
so I leave her light scattered skies
and she calls them blue
rain beaten earth, and she paints it grey
I send her every flower but green,
and every fruit except an orange, and
when we fall asleep that night
it’s no one’s fault that we dream
in different languages
but our own
About the Creator
When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️a day ago in Poets
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