Hail Philosopher Of The Colours

This was one of my first poems and I hope no one will mind me reposting it. It was written on New Years Eve last year I was alone, unwell and in a very dark place. I seriously feel that poetry and the many good people I am in virtual contact with on this site have helped me immensely.

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Hail Philosopher of the colours. A rainbow man no doubt, afresh the canvas waits for you to shade in light and dark.
The old and tired grays and purples of things best forgot will lurk in corners and await their chance to burst forth.
If not imprisoned properly they will seep out and discolour the brightest vista and most happy moment, they show no remorse.
Just try harder as I do to block their poisonous course. The fresh and open page, the as yet perfect pallet will not stay that way for long.

In fact if you look closely you will see the corruption has begun.
Perhaps it never stopped? You can see all shades and colours hinted there, all darks and lights are slowly seeping through.In grief we turn and realize we can’t escape the old year’s ties.

Run, run as fast your brain can carry, you will not win but do not tarry.
Keep up the show and laugh and joke. For in reality your horrors surround you like smoke. Don’t slow, don’t appeal for help if you don’t flee you will choke.
Your path is set, your time is measured you cannot change the course. No helping hand is really there just hear the fortunes sing despair.
There is no change at stroke of midnight, there is no new, for time and date are man-made as is the human curse.
Just a long, long road we have to travel until we reach the end. Don’t waste effort on what has been or what has yet to come.
Grab each joy and use it to extreme. There is no future nor is there past they are gone or not yet here. The now is what you command; the only way to survive is live each moment make a stand.

Spread light and warmth, pass truth and love around.
As for good things use them now don’t let them slip away for dark is waiting in the wings. Remember, waiting to spill onto your unsuspecting page.

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May your God Bless you all my friends .

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zumpoems
    Nov 01, 2011 @ 17:30:47

    Thanks for posting this earlier poem! That first paragraph is particular excellent and its use of colors.

    This has a lot of passion and emotional content and really great use of words. I like how the gloom and darkness is transcended and the strong positive message n the second half of this.

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  2. willowdot21
    Nov 01, 2011 @ 17:34:10

    Thank you I really needed to be positive at the time when I wrote it.

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  3. lilyklynn
    Nov 01, 2011 @ 21:16:41

    “Unsuspecting page” – nice. I love the uplifting tone of the second half of this poem. It has a very carpe diem feel to it. Xx Lily

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  4. willowdot21
    Nov 01, 2011 @ 22:15:28

    Thank you Lily , I was low when I wrote it but somehow I knew I had to go up! X

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  5. jillnottelten
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 01:10:21

    I love many of the images that you use in this poem, Willow. Too many to quote here. It is a rich poem.
    The fading nature of life is so sad, yet looks almost futile as though trying to outrun the little time that we have to find anything in life as time chases us to the finish. And yet your exhortation to reach out and make as much as one can of the time, to grasp the joy and live it to the extreme, and to live each moment and make a stand.

    You’re last stages of the poem as you speak of there not being a past or a future only the moment remind me of a poem that I once wrote myself when in hospital waiting for brain surgery (I had a giant aneurysm that would have been fatal had it burst) my conclusion was thus:
    Nay. I shall choose eternity
    for it neither starts nor ends
    The moment – now – is part of it
    Tomorrow never ends.
    I guess in this I claimed my hope and peace so that I could live with confidence in every moment that it wasn’t my last. It wasn’t a deferment of action or caution; but it was freedom from the crowded sense of time. I had joy because I had confidence that more joy lay ahead.

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    • willowdot21
      Nov 02, 2011 @ 08:50:23

      I love you poem Jill it is so , I can’t quite express what I mean so I will say it is, to the point , important, urgent and beautiful. I think I wrote my poem at a similar extreme point in my life , though obviously I was not a physical life or death point I was very near the edge and it was only as I set the words down that the second half of the poem suggested itself to me.. I wrote on New Years Eve 2010. I will be replying to your email today but I have to dash out ( well as fast as one can with a walking stick , named Simon, can ) now and I need time to answer. Have a good day ! WAKE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!! xxxxxx

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  6. jillnottelten
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 01:12:05

    I love that there is life in this poem even amidst the march of the time. (ps. don’t you hate the fact that you can’t edit your comments sometimes.)

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    • willowdot21
      Nov 02, 2011 @ 08:43:27

      OH! yes I do , sometimes a misspelt word or an omitted word can change the meaning or in my case usually make me look daft!! or when you leave out that really important comment that you wanted to make! yes it really annoys me too!!

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  7. Vampire Weather
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 08:26:27

    “Your path is set, your time is measured you cannot change the course. No helping hand is really there just hear the fortunes sing despair.”

    This line strikes me as so heartbreaking and resolutely fatal. Such hollow echoes of resignation to life. Beautifully worded and touching, Willow. Great work

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  8. willowdot21
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 09:01:48

    Thank you it was written at a turning point for me xx

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  9. penpusherpen
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 13:54:00

    I love the whole feel of this Poem Willow, a stark warning to all of the allotted time we face and to do well with it NOW… No time for regrets to take hold and rule our emotions.Take hold and shape every bit of enjoyment in our lives. make our paths solid with hope and determination not disjointed with things unresolved. I do believe by our writing that we find ourselves, piece by piece, word by word on the previously empty page .. xPenx

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  10. willowdot21
    Nov 02, 2011 @ 14:00:59

    You put so so eloquently Pen you evidently understand what I am trying to say. We are lucky to have found our outlet for our fears tears joy triumphs and loves ! Thanks Pen be well and happy!! XX

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