Can You Taste A Rainbow?

Varied, gentle to vibrant: Dark blue, some royal purple, muted orange, pale pink ... The palate of a new day's dawn, morning breakfast nearly gone ~ Down to a well browned single sausage link

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Worn daily journal in hand, deep sage green, life's musings written in ink: Mostly black, some blue, scant red... Today's first thoughts in black, with a witty knack... "I would rather be back in bed"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Summer sky still & clean: Opal blue... Dang, I cannot find my other shoe ~ Hope the black coffee kicks in, so much to do out in the din...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brooklyn, New York: Noon lunch brownstone café stops... Lavender tea or two, I gave the chef her props ~ Midday summer sky now cobalt blue, I did find my other shoe

~ Back outside, the din comes alive, a sure siren call...come one, come all ~

Zig and then zag across NYC's boroughs: My trusty vintage yellow bike... A hello here a goodbye there, encountering raindrops without a care ~ No face alike

Gone is cobalt blue... Instead, a grey view

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mid-evening as the sun creeps back last task now done, just in time to see the setting sun: Molten red... The concrete jungle awash in lava, worthy of a toast with cava ~ It is so good to be out of bed

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dusk comes due... Sapphire blue

The day's last light, a rainbow born: The yellow seems extra bright... Breathe it in, the rainbow and the nighttime din ~ Daily journal out as I start to write

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun falls away: The sky Egyptian blue to squid ink black... NYC succumbs to the night, off to Coney Island with delight ~ My yellow bike back out of the rack

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Coney Island din has my mood: Electric blue... The carnival air envelopes like a velvet robe, skin colors of every nation seen in the neon strobe ~ The same as when this nation grew

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This carnival collective of souls all born unique: Diverse & colorful amazing ways... I was born of eclectic creative mind & artistic eye, I can taste colors I do decry ~ This talent of mine never ceases to amaze

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shore road takes me home, cotton candy still in hand: Carnival pink... Statue of Liberty in the distance, colored penny brown to minted green in her existence ~ This world of colors for me to drink

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I do not just see colors: I feel, hear, smell & taste them... The world was once my oyster, but now a deeply hued gem ~ Atoms vibrate frantic unseen & unheard all around, yet I hear their sound

~ Routine talent of mine to truly embrace & appreciate the little things in life, oh how it helps to thwart off all of the strife ~

Enjoy the simplest of pleasures as if elegant grandeur:

Naked feet in warm grass, as if it was the most expensive velour

Backyard BBQ, the same as a trip to Peru

This is a talent I wish on to you...