A Color by Letter Wonderland

Wednesday, April 02, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How’s the day? O/

Spring fun in the sun?

Work to be done?

Call it fun, get it done, and call it won.

Hope you’re well.

On with our show.

What about the place in between?

That space of time from a word set down to that word read.

Do you think these words placed in this place are like seeds in The Earth?

Did they sprout yet?

When you read them are they flowers or only stems?

Full bloom or just pressing through the dirt, their whole life to live?

Perhaps the stage of each word set down depends on the reflection you see.

Can you see the whole tree?

Just a sapling?

I’ve got forests for sentences; whole cities burst to life in each paragraph.

Do you read my intention with your attention?

It’s your expression of my impression you ingest as you read.

I wonder how you read me… what do you see?

I paint as clear an image of each moment as I can.

But my words are a color by letter wonderland for your paint, your brushstroke dreams.

We paint our days with the memories of the colors we see.

Red for me is not red for you.

For the whole spectrum this is true.

My words are the expressions of the colors I sense.

So are yours.

Our imaginations live and breathe and feast on rainbows.

Perhaps one day you’ll share your painting of The World with me.

Because your color red will never look exactly like mine makes the meaning and purpose of Art.

We can never measure the value of color, only experience it and share that experience.

You see and hear (music has color, too) your own color show and call it Life.

You ought to share it sometime.

Take care, realize you paint the air with every sound and stare of every word you choose, see your life is your masterpiece awaiting its weave, weave away and make a wonderful day.