Vivacious Temperament

it is a perfect temperature,
with the sun setting 

down my spine

drops of vivacious temperament,

hover in time.

They start over my temples, 

falling slowly, 

gravity pushing them effortlessly

toward my chin.

Copyright 2003 Yvonne Ramage

Community

It just dawned on me . . . people judge themselves, their success, by the way people look at them, how people react to them.  Yet they often times do not know how they are seen. 

People tell me I’m a shade of blue.
Immediately I think “indigo”.
I walk indigo.I talk indigo.I function under the premise of indigo.      

Yet everyone sees turquoise.

There’s a big difference between turquoise and indigo.     An indigo sentence might seem to turquoise as if it is a debate.  An indigo smile might seem to turquoise as a grimace.  An indigo silence might seem to turquoise as conceit.

It is as if I am walking on an indigo cloud, above their turquoise sea, never really touching their reality.  

And we call this community.









Copyright 2002 Yvonne Ramage