A hunger for color fills the night

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Dena Straughn Oct 3, 2007, 11:50pm EDT

cute poem

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J W. Oct 4, 2007, 12:19am EDT

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Umar, Abu Nurain Oct 4, 2007, 12:36am EDT

Atticus:
My grandmother taught me that black dogs in dreams were referring to death.

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amarpreet k. Oct 4, 2007, 12:40am EDT

Atticus, wonderful poem .. I like the imagination of someone looking at a sleeping person and thinking about her dreams ...
and all the beautiful colours that you have painted here

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Gerry Wass Oct 4, 2007, 8:28am EDT

Striking poem, Atticus. I'm glad you asked to connect, because this is so unique in its word choices. You've painted an entire story in a few sparse lines, one I can imagine myself playing out somewhere in the nights of my own life.

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Anne B. Grote Oct 4, 2007, 9:47am EDT

wonderful imagery!

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Cheryl W. Oct 4, 2007, 12:20pm EDT

This is wonderful, Atticus. So much said here is so few words.

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Tom C. Oct 4, 2007, 12:50pm EDT

Atticus - intriguing use of colors in two primary shades, lightblue/green and citrus/orange/burnt red. Are you witnessing a spiritual connection as her dreams palette harmonizes with your own?

Or maybe the dogs just woke you up last night, and you were struck by the colors?

Either way, I enjoyed reading this.

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John Harris Beck Oct 4, 2007, 8:34pm EDT

You've a way with rich color, Atticus. Of course your current icon should alert us to that. I added warm light from embers in a fireplace, though that might not have been the actuality! Perhaps that was just in your heart.

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Atticus *. Oct 4, 2007, 11:57pm EDT

Wow what great comments! Thank you all so very much, my friends! I love seeing what each of you bring to this poem.

Umar, In that case, I'm in big trouble! I'm on 5, 6, and 7 as far as black dogs go and they frequently violate nocturnal spirit boundaries!

Tom, are they mutually exclusive? Isn't it one task of poetry to wring the sublime and spiritual from the mundane? ;-)

John, there is indeed a fire in my heart. Thank you.

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gautami tripathy Oct 5, 2007, 5:00am EDT

"Midnight and I watch over
chestnut and orange
gently on a pillow,
rapt in brilliant lemon,
viridian, vermillion and sage."

I too was rapt reading this...

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Neal Wass Oct 5, 2007, 5:41pm EDT

These drowsy reflections, of a colorful life, are like a small painting aching to be completed. Very nice.

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Atticus *. Oct 5, 2007, 8:20pm EDT

Thank you very much gautami.

Neal - that's better than my poem. My wife said "oh, he saw right into your soul!". thanks

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Barbary Chaapel Oct 8, 2007, 4:23pm EDT

This is a poem I will love and keep, Atticus.
You are somehow right on my wave-length
with this creation.

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Nathan Schauer Oct 8, 2007, 9:22pm EDT

The response of the black dog to the celebration of color is understatement finely tuned. In the sky the stars are billions but insignificant in relationship to the black void where they hang. I think that dog is the same one I wrote about in "Dog".

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Atticus *. Oct 8, 2007, 10:25pm EDT

Barbary, I am honored. It is a good wave-length, I'm pleased to meet you here.

Nathan thank you for seeing this element and its relationship to the poem. I did not intend them to be in opposition to the celebration of color, merely to complete it (which is indeed the true value of seeming opposites). Thanks for your insight.

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amanda wallin Oct 12, 2007, 8:13am EDT

Not only is she serene but I assume 'wise' as well as you use the word "sage". Incredible compact, sensuous verse that contemplates the beauty of peacefulness of a beloved's peace.

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