a flash of the most brilliant red,

startled me awake –

flitting from the bay laurel into the sweet gum,

from the sweet gum into the oak

flashes of red streamed into my head –

promising blessings

with every streak.

but still i wonder:

would he have seemed so red,

if the sky had not been so blue.


Nothing is simply black or white.

(this is the work in progress that became the above painting and poem)


what is your process?

do You meditate?

do You journal?

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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1 Response to Color

  1. beverlydyer says:

    My haiku’s often come to me as I walk or go about my day. Or sometimes I do random art first.

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