Imagine the Woman with the Macarons
C’est la vie in rainbows, graffiti, kingfishers, music and macarons
Who could imagine
the way I envision
but surely, you too, can perceive?
Of the rainbow in the blue yonder
the palisade lady
the chakras coloured energies
and yes, those boxes of macarons
how they share the pigments
of joy and of love, animation and of passion.
Judge not the one through graffitied words
as posh, snob, moneyed or fake
Just trying, pondering the possibilities
to root colour into their colourless world?
And, from the cerulean verge
under the swelling rind-tinted bouffantof strawberries and sunshine
vast pigmented sensations.
May you dream, dreams
and live, lives
in the colours of a box of macarons.
And there, you will see, how the rainbow
the spirited kaleidoscope transforms
lyrical renditions / singing songs
birdsongs of the kingfisher feathers.
In dignity and joy
we are colour-washed
whether in a box or on a wall,
in the sky or in a smile or simply, being.
We awaken the rhythm
and put the clouds behind us.
“Where trouble melts like lemon drops….…that’s where you’ll find me.”
— namasté, Leah J.🕊
𝔏𝔍𝔖 © 2019
dedicated to Alex.
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