Color Experiments

colors
Images created by Carma Spence
On June 6, 1981, my diary entry consisted of nothing but poetry. Here is a series i did about color.

Yellow
Yellow is bright and cheery
It never seems dreary
Yellow is the sun
Yellow is the morning
Yellow wakes me up to a new day
And by the way
Yellow is adoring

Red
Red had many meanings
It can be Christmas
It can be war
It can be love
It can be caring
But most of all
Red can be anything
anything at all

Green
Green is the mountains
Green is the grass
Green is the hills and trees
Green is serene
Green is peaceful
Green are Martians on Mars
Green can be envy
Green can be frogs
Green can be oceans and bogs
Green is real
but yet makes our imagination flow
Green can be anything
from your thumb to your toe

Blue
Blue is the sky
Blue is calming
Blue is the sty
with a blue pig yawning

Purple
Purple is silly
Purple people eaters
with one eye
and a horn

Purple sounds silly
Gigglesnort and booglester
Nerd and nerdess

Purple is parties
Purple part hats
And purple party horns

Purple is flowers
Purple petunias
And purple periwinkles

But purple is purple
and purple will always
be purple as long
as purple exists

Orange
Orange is harvest
A morning on the farm
A picnic in the field
Orange is sunrise
Sunset
Orange is rainbows
Orange is bright
but conservative
Orange is the freckled
girl down the street
Orange is Halloween
Pumpkins and Jack-o-Lanterns
Orange is fun
and
Fun is orange

Brown
Brown
Earth
Sky
Birds
Eggs
Nests
Trees
Earth
Brown

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