This Gift to Color of Reality
A lover kisses reality
A painting meets reality
This Gift (English sonnet)
As lips of mine were taken by a dream
Whose passion made imagination steam
Till only thoughts of you remained in sight
I lay within your arms amid the stream
Of promises your presence would ignite
While wondering what senses would excite
Warm breezes adding music to your theme
As morning comes to wash the night away
To echo in another memory
A soft familiar scent still thrills the air
I open up my window to this day
This gift which changes all reality
Sweet Jasmine is my lover waiting there
A mixed scene toys with our imagination in this English sonnet. A sweet love sonnet carries us away. In the quatrains a lover describes his night. The triplets announce the arrival of the dawn. In the end we are struck with a question. Was the lover talking about a person (his lover) or a flower (jasmine)?
Let me put this riddle to a rest. Hopefully. The large flat, of the disco days, that Arlene and I enjoyed, had a very small garden. It consisted of two wooden garden chairs, a small table and a wall of jasmine. It was an intoxicating escape on warm day or nights when we were free. And we were free. I love the scent of jasmine. When I had gardens of my own, I planted jasmine so that the scent would come into the bedroom. So Martin loves jasmine. Arlene's skin, to me, was perfect. Add a little Opium perfume and the fragrance of Arlene's skin was exactly the same as jasmine. So, Martin loves jasmine because it reminds him of Arlene. Arlene and I enjoyed a perfect day. It was our wedding day. That evening we stayed at the Disneyland Hotel. I still remember, the scent of jasmine that filled the air from the gardens around the hotel. There, the riddle is solved. ???
So here we have it. Three things become one. Do I really love jasmine or is this just memories at play? What does it matter? We're just talking about a flower. What about phobias? It may be surprising that some of what we take in didn't happen at all. Or past is seasoning our present. What can we do about it. Be aware that it is happening. Happening to everyone, Try to live a positive life. This will add a positive seasoning to all else we do. And as we know, positive attract positives. Some of us may find ourselves in less than favorable circumstances. Find something, anything positive. It all starts from here. Paint yourself the beautiful world that you deserve, and Enjoy.
Talk about enjoying, let's enjoy: George Benson "Breezin"
Now the other side of reality
Alexa Meade is an installation artist best known for her portraits painted directly onto the human body and inanimate objects in a way that collapses depth and makes her models appear two-dimensional when photographed. Transfixed by racial, political, and socioeconomic tensions saturating the news, movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, enveloped by the art of Alexa Meade, switch off the TV and release their emotion into a stirring dance that is both a lament and a spirited call to action.
A mesmerizing reflection of the state of today’s society. "Jon Boogz | Alexa Meade | Lil Buck| 'Color of Reality'"
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