As part of our “happening” a lady brought a poem written by her son who died in 2013. We composed a response and included his words. What I learned was that asking what is the color of me is a much better question than what is my purpose. The idea of “purpose” is just that, an idea. It is not real except within the game. Josh taught me that. Thank you Josh.
What is the color of my life?
What is it’s fragrance?
What are the numbers of my days?
What is the pattern of my dance?
Who will join me on my way?
I am a doing and a being
Exquisite – Singular – Unique
My color, my fragrance, my pattern, make sense in you
You were strong when I was weak
We are one now and forever
I was with you for a time
You remember when my colors were ablaze
I am with you now till the end of days
Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Lover
Roles we played for a time
But even when time is no more
I Am we Are still
I am yours and you are mine
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21 responses to “The Color of ME”
Nice <3
Hey friend
😊
An Aurora Borealis of the spoken voice, music and the written word, a beautiful combination for this special tribute to your friend. Your colour must be gold.
Thank you for your gracious response. 🙂 My first name is Teal
Your name is perfect for you, the colour symbolic of your cool communication.
That was beautiful Plato. A real tribute. Wonderful words. Wonderful expression.
Hey brother. It was a sweet experience
I really love this!
🙂 hey my friend!
Hey back at you! 🙂
THAT was totally awesome! What a wonderful way to connect with your audience. That poem was so poignant. And those young fellas playin’ are so talented. Loved the sax! My favorite instrument, but couldn’t quite hear it till the end. It kind of tied the whole thing up in a pretty bow. :) Goofus, you are just a natural with an audience. That is an art form all in itself. 😉
It was sweet and real and most unplanned
So had you just seen the poem that night? I’m amazed at how those guys know when to start playin’ and when to stop. That’s pretty impressive.n You found a great bunch of guys. 🙂
The mother gave me the little card with his poem on it. I put a picture of it on the bottom of the post. I wrote the other then it just happened like you saw. I just start talking and they start playing. Some of the guys knew the boy who had died.
Must have been kind of bitter sweet for them. You all work well together. So is this a steady thing now?
So far sugar. I had some other people want me to come do It at another venue also. Will see.
Oh wow! That is so exciting! Plato sure seems to have found his groove. 😉 <3
I second the Sax… it’s my favorite instrument also. 🙂
COLOR seems to be a theme, these days. I love your song. <3 (littlebarefeetblog.com – I SEE COLOR!)
I am glad you were here