A perception of me
transmits into four functions of color.
That became separated from one another,
to become united again in gradients
that tie them together.
Wavelengths and combinations
have been reversed and forever changed.
To unlearn and relearn the correct hues.
Retraining a wheel of color
Placing primary with secondary,
leaving the tuning for tertiary order.
A muddled ball of pigmentation
Mixing the tinted glow of thought.
Only at the depth does the answer lie
With only hours of sunlight.
The phenomenon of change
evolved into the present.
Balancing fragments of memories,
comparable to the shades of a rainbow.
A translation of the four lobes
are the colors subsiding,
settling into their natural state.
About the Creator
Leah Hicks
I am choosing to write poetry as I have to keep learning and developing my psyche hopes to help someone along the way. By using my mind and the use of metaphor is another way I can describe the invisible.
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