Cotton Candy Clouds
Flower Garden
Thought I was reading. It happened to be a book on colors. All kinds of colors. One page said colors are poured from a vessel into a teacup for the brushes to drink. Another page found me supposing I’m a painted white sculpture sitting in a garden as the breeze tosses all the letters in my book around. Turning them into new words for me to discover. Chapters painted in color (notes by a painter) Copyright - Susy Kamber All rights reserved Song Selection - The Fifth Dimension - Aquarius
2025
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Spring
Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound or a smiling mouth - Kahlil Gibran. Colors are not possessions; they are the intimate revelations of an energy field… They are light waves with mathematically precise lengths, and they are deep, resonant mysteries with boundless subjectivity. - Ellen Meloy, The Anthropology of Turquoise: Reflections on Desert, Sea, Stone, and Sky Even a smile waits to burst open come spring. The wind is busy pulling and the green leaves fly to their destination. The butterflies arrive, the moss is touched and the songs begin. Oh to speak of spring is like opening your eyes in wonder. I wait. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Dave Matthews Band - Two Step (Live from Central Park)
2025
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Cotton Candy Clouds
An assembly of cotton candy clouds, a dispersed rainbow with water in a basin of time, all one needed to see heaven he thought, driving along a long country road. As he pulled over and rolled down his window he opened his eyes to the sight of something for the very first time. It was as lovely to him as a ripe dream, the kind you make up inside you and meet. The kind that when you awaken you remember all the details because somehow it really had occurred. The kind that beckoned his smile. Heaven isn’t as far away as he once thought gazing forward. Oh that day was one sight to see along the roadway. Taking in a deep breath he left the window rolled down, a moment or two longer. Getting out it was a whole new sensation for him. Walking along the side of the road he felt a sense of nostalgia that left him standing there wondering why. He kicked a few stones along the side of the road, picked one up and left it in his pocket for another day. The stone a way to remember it was all a matter of being in the moment. He closed his eyes and when he opened them the car drove off and all that he saw went with him. Copyright © Susy Kamber Song Selection - Alicia Keys - De Novo Adagio
2025
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