Songs become stuck in some folks minds repeating over and over and unwanted. For others a craving for salt or wine may often insinuates themselves in the mind of the most well meaning persons. For me it color,a hue of certain intensity will demand my attention. I own an expensive, intactly beaded, cobalt blue hair clip of exquisite design because of this occasional obsession. Saffron stepped up and ask me to fallow where she might lead yesterday while I was attempting write about a broken relationship. Tuesday Tryouts Broken Relationships.
Saffron
Who, or what from my past was the color
of sunlight as seen through closed eye lids?
I sat in the sun and meditated.
Marigolds for death?
My silk fairy scarf?
Cheetos stained fingers?
A copper penny? My hair,
my dog use of be that color.
Not the correct intensity.
Keep looking start seeing.
I took up the ever present camera
and ventured into the garden
an orange bell flower
posed politely for me
As did a fuchsia.
I even chased down a robin
with red breast gleaming.
Nothing satisfied or
or spoke to my soul.
Returning to the kitchen
the first crystal rainbow
of the season
lit up the tile bird above the stove.
A prayer answered
before it was asked. The crystal,
in the shape of a heart,
casting the rainbow
was a gift from Chris
a friend who vanished
from my life, as completely as,
the rainbow that faded from
my kitchen wall.
Carol Carlisle ©
Light Words 
Lovely. I like the way you led me through the chase after colour, to end where you do with the lost relationship.
I know what you mean about colour. I can sit forever in a church that has stained glass. Cobalt always catches me and saffron, especially on a group of Buddhist monks, is a colour I love.
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I almost used Buddhist monks as an image but it would have taken me to far afield from yesterday’s chase. Another poem perhaps.
Oh stained glass Windows’s are so vivid
Intense and pure. check out the one on my New About.
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Delightful imagery.
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Thanks 🙂
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I love your photo, and I just love the word, “saffron”. I wonder what it is about this word that is so much more intriguing than “yellow”???? One of my favorite books is called “Color” by Victoria Finley.
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Oh yes I just love saying saffron, too! Where does orange end and yellow begin…saffron. Thanks for the book tip, Carol 🙂
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love “the color
of sunlight as seen through closed eye lids”
…and the final lines are heartbreaking – just so do friends sometimes vanish…
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and I hadn’t thought of her until I was smacked by the rainbow light while searching for saffron…lovr you comments, Ruth.
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