December
4
Feelings Frozen
As streaks of crimson swirls behind the curves of viridian hue,
Yellow ochre orb sends fiery blades into waves of cobalt blue,
Prussian blue feather strikes a vermillion boomerang into the sky of Hooker’s green;
It speaks wrath of agony,
It speaks of freedom;
It speaks strains of patience,
It speaks of hope;
It speaks pangs of silent tears,
It speaks of empathy;
It speaks flicker of realization,
It speaks of love…
Abstract Art is, but Frozen Feeling.
@Rimmy- Aw! That was WARM! I can feel the rays! 🙂
And frozen is not just your feelings within the painting. Frozen is me, outside my balcony in this cold weather, outside to use the wifi just to read dear Rojina’s feelings on her ‘Feelings frozen’.