Has it never
touched you?
The beauty of
contrasts
The way every
colour is numb
to change
The paradox of
balance
Bowing the night sky
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
Has it never
touched you?
The beauty of
contrasts
The way every
colour is numb
to change
The paradox of
balance
A Blind Bird 
Love the questioning nature of this poem – it reads well.
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Thank you very much, Chris. Your comments always inspire me. : )
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Is color really numb to the changes, or is it the way we see them? I know you have felt something before and now. Expression might appear linear, but I see it more as adaptive – accepting.
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Thanks for noticing that, it was indeed meant to have an adaptive outlook. ‘Bowing’ was kinda meant to be a play on that idea. Colours sure do seem numb to changes to me, but perhaps it’s just the way we see or maybe it depends on the extent of change. I’d like to think more on that intriguing thought. Thank you very much for the lovely comment, Spahr. Hope you’re well. : )
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Makes sense to me. You were making it malleable? It’s a beautiful piece of art.
I’m not doing too bad 🙂 Hope the same for you.
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Pretty much, yes! Thank you!
Things are going alright for me too. 🙂
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I agree with Chris ….and its provoking beauty …love xxxmeg
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Thank you very much! I’m very glad that you liked it! : )
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Beautiful!
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Thank you very much! : )
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