Colors

[ampoule]

I think I will begin with the primary colors and when I say primary, I mean the simple box of eight colors that most children start out with.

Blue

The blue jay screeches, "GERONIMO!",
as he dives off the branches of my sugar maple,
hitting the heavy head of the sunflower,
splashing seeds all around, and like the kid he is,
climbs high into the tree to do it again and again.

[Pendragon]

I like this, AMP. Brings to mind Mark Twain's "What Stumped the Bluejays". Yeah, I can see them as big kids, let's do it again! types.

[motherhubbard]

What a cheeky blue jay. I have a squirrel that throws walnuts at us- when we move out of his way he jumps to another tree for a better aim!

[firefangled]

Blue

The blue jay screeches, "GERONIMO!",
as he dives off the branches of my sugar maple,
hitting the heavy head of the sunflower,
splashing seeds all around, and like the kid he is,
climbs high into the tree to do it again and again.

You did well to capture the tricky critters. Very well done. I used to have two in my yard in NC that tourtured my cats incessantly.

[Stormy]

Oh, how I enjoyed this little write of yours.
I love how you stated "and like the kid he is.."
Brought a huge smile on this early morning, thanks.

[ampoule]

Thank you!
Pen, thanks for the great picture of BLUE

[PrinceMyshkin]

What a cheeky blue jay. I have a squirrel that throws walnuts at us- when we move out of his way he jumps to another tree for a better aim!

You're quite sure this is a squirrel and not

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your mother?

[Granny5]

I think I will begin with the primary colors.

Blue

The blue jay screeches, "GERONIMO!",
as he dives off the branches of my sugar maple,
hitting the heavy head of the sunflower,
splashing seeds all around, and like the kid he is,
climbs high into the tree to do it again and again.

I love it amp. Can't wait for the next color.

[dibyendra]

I think I will begin with the primary colors.

Blue

The blue jay screeches, "GERONIMO!",
as he dives off the branches of my sugar maple,
hitting the heavy head of the sunflower,
splashing seeds all around, and like the kid he is,
climbs high into the tree to do it again and again.

So sweet ampoule ! The last three lines really made me laugh.

hitting the heavy head of the sunflower,
splashing seeds all around, and like the kid he is,
climbs high into the tree to do it again and again.

haha...so sweet

[ampoule]

Brown

The cool autumn air prickling my skin
as I sit naked across the room, watching you,
sunlight peeking through the lace curtains,
playing patterns on the wall behind you.
I move toward you now and lift the cover,
flooded with emotion as I see you so dark
and brown and smooth and my mind wanders
in forests of pernambuco, spruce and maple.

I place my fingers at your neck and coax you
gently to me, allowing my hand to drift
over your curvature, down your neck, a
tease-touch to the ribs and around your waist,
your upper bout against my breast, my knees
holding you, and your expressive voice resonates
through me, poignantly portraying my deepest
feelings, purging my tears, calming my fears.

Your vibrato as warm as oozing brown chocolate,
slides up and down in this glissando, the legatos,
the staccatos, and with my equestrian's bow,
a striking spiccato and sighs of a passacaglia of praise.

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and here is the amazing Han-Na Chang playing Offenbach's, Jaqueline's Tears on my favorite instrument, the 'brown' cello.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vvk8NfaEbkg

My other inspiration came from JTParreira's, Steinway & Sons and AuntShecky's, Your Poem Inspired by Music.

[firefangled]

Brown

The cool autumn air prickling my skin
as I sit naked across the room, watching you,
sunlight peeking through the lace curtains,
playing patterns on the wall behind you.
I move toward you now and lift the cover,
flooded with emotion as I see you so dark
and brown and smooth and my mind wanders
in forests of pernambuco, spruce and maple.

I place my fingers at your neck and coax you
gently to me, allowing my hand to drift
over your curvature, down your neck, a
tease-touch to the ribs and around your waist,
your upper bout against my breast, my knees
holding you, and your expressive voice resonates
through me, poignantly portraying my deepest
feelings, purging my tears, calming my fears.

Your vibrato as warm as oozing brown chocolate,
slides up and down in this glissando, the legatos,
the staccatos, and with my equestrian's bow,
a striking spiccato and sighs of a passacaglia of praise.

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and here is the amazing Han-Na Chang playing Offenbach's, Jaqueline's Tears on my favorite instrument, the 'brown' cello.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vvk8NfaEbkg

Oh my! This is wonderful. The detail is not only seductive but so exquisite in its mystery until the very last note.

You have finally outdone yourself, Mysterious One. And the picture I left in because it is like the final musical dew in the air when all the instruments have played their last note.

I have described the Cello's dark nerve in a poem once. It is a wonderful instrument.

Bravo!

[symphony]

Brown

The cool autumn air prickling my skin
as I sit naked across the room, watching you,
sunlight peeking through the lace curtains,
playing patterns on the wall behind you.
I move toward you now and lift the cover,
flooded with emotion as I see you so dark
and brown and smooth and my mind wanders
in forests of pernambuco, spruce and maple.

I place my fingers at your neck and coax you
gently to me, allowing my hand to drift
over your curvature, down your neck, a
tease-touch to the ribs and around your waist,
your upper bout against my breast, my knees
holding you, and your expressive voice resonates
through me, poignantly portraying my deepest
feelings, purging my tears, calming my fears.

Your vibrato as warm as oozing brown chocolate,
slides up and down in this glissando, the legatos,
the staccatos, and with my equestrian's bow,
a striking spiccato and sighs of a passacaglia of praise.

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and here is the amazing Han-Na Chang playing Offenbach's, Jaqueline's Tears on my favorite instrument, the 'brown' cello.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vvk8NfaEbkg

My other inspiration came from JTParreira's, Steinway & Sons and AuntShecky's, Your Poem Inspired by Music.

This is so...so... okay i dont have the word but i loved it!

[ampoule]

Thank you Fire and Symphony. You have pleased me greatly for I did work very hard on Brown.
FireFangled, I would love to read your poem about that dark nerve.

[TheFifthElement]

Oh yes! Brown is beautiful

[PrinceMyshkin]

Brown

The cool autumn air prickling my skin
as I sit naked across the room, watching you,
sunlight peeking through the lace curtains,
playing patterns on the wall behind you.
I move toward you now and lift the cover,
flooded with emotion as I see you so dark
and brown and smooth and my mind wanders
in forests of pernambuco, spruce and maple.

I place my fingers at your neck and coax you
gently to me, allowing my hand to drift
over your curvature, down your neck, a
tease-touch to the ribs and around your waist,
your upper bout against my breast, my knees
holding you, and your expressive voice resonates
through me, poignantly portraying my deepest
feelings, purging my tears, calming my fears.

Your vibrato as warm as oozing brown chocolate,
slides up and down in this glissando, the legatos,
the staccatos, and with my equestrian's bow,
a striking spiccato and sighs of a passacaglia of praise.

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*



and here is the amazing Han-Na Chang playing Offenbach's, Jaqueline's Tears on my favorite instrument, the 'brown' cello.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vvk8NfaEbkg

My other inspiration came from JTParreira's, Steinway & Sons and AuntShecky's, Your Poem Inspired by Music.

Of Tolstoy it was once said that he described even furniture as it would describe itself. Here it is as if this profusion of delicate but full-bodied sensations had done just that! Did you, I wonder, feel like crying after you had written it? I would have felt that way if it were mine.

Could "bout" in

your upper bout against my breast

be a typo or either an imaginitive use of that word or a use I'm just not familiar with?

And what is a "brown" cello as distinct from any other?