Art by Lynda Lehmann
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it's the city
everywhere
people running, rushing
everyone
going on with their own life
once in a while
life's colors blend,
meet, and merge,
stop to notice
the other hues
each on their own path
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When walking through the art exhibit on a brisk evening, the coolness of the gallery and the wind at my back pushes me to this colorful playful painting. I stand back and gaze upon this picture and know that my neck is cocked to the position - do not distrub, I am contemplating. The use of color the artist uses burst out and one cannot simply walk by or talk around it as many attempt to do at these events.
As she wandered through the grocery aisle, she contemplated what she would make for dinner. Chicken? Fish? Her heart started to race. Not now, she thought. Small beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. Her breath was coming in fast gasps. She thought she had the panic attacks under control. What the hell brought this on? She was only thinking about dinner. She clutched her chest as the familiar phantom hand squeezed her lungs. She couldn't breath. Not here, she muttered. Not in front of everyone. The doors in the freezer section began to sway and blurr. Everything was gray. Who's going to make dinner, was all she could think as her went black.
All shades and stuff of life - as per all the color and shapes, So for me its everything we come across.
S-ence
Scissor, spectacle, smile
Serpent's circularity, science
Sexuality's squiggle, saucer
Significant, silent sorcerer
it's the city
everywhere
people running, rushing
everyone
going on with their own life
once in a while
life's colors blend,
meet, and merge,
stop to notice
the other hues
each on their own path
Everywhere in life there are bright spots of color.
You choose the color.
You choose the definition.
Your decision to see it, or not.
It's always there though if you just choose to look.
Fluid colors fill the pockets. Sharp angles move to nowhere.
Eyes embrace busy mosaic.
Maze of art poses questions.
Study begins after gallery closes.
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