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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Yellow = Happiness

Sunny colored flowers soak up sun

The color yellow always seems to brighten up a dreary day just by the sight of the sunny hue.  Yellow adds a lightness, a sense of positivity, when one feels down.  How can a color possibly improve your mood?  I challenge you to look at a photo of a field of sunflowers and not relax at the sight.  Yellow encourages our brains to produce feel good endorphins which flood our bodies giving the sensation of happiness if only for a short time.


Cheerful pompom shaped flowers capture the eye

Perhaps the correlation between the color yellow and the brilliant sunshine have something to do with the happiness we feel upon spying objects colored completely in yellow.  Sunny days bring the opportunity to venture outdoors, enjoying activities only able to be performed outside.  When we see the bright sun shining high in the sky, we know we can venture outdoors to the limitless horizon.  We feel free and unhindered by the shackles of daily life.  So therefore the connection between the radiant sun and our sense of freedom goes hand and hand with one another.


Golden yellow sunshine glows from the sun's core

The hue of yellow brings to mind smilely faces, and bright moments in life.  Yellow is a shade that should be celebrated! I have included a poem about the positive aspects of the color that I chose to include here.

YELLOW IS MY MOOD

Happiness fills my heart with joy
dark clouds scatter away
sapphire sky shines brilliantly
sun appears to light the day

Opening the door to blinding light
cast from beams above
cautiously venturing out of doors
pursuing activities I love 

Light winds slightly bend flower heads
as if clamoring for attention
I construct a garland of dandelions
curling stems with intense definition

Sitting amongst yellow blossoms
helps improve my attitude
sunny flowers born from Earth are why
yellow is my favorite mood.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Flowing Free

 
 
Flowing Free
(a poem on the beauty of fountains)
By Jennifer Roche
Image Photographed By: Jennifer Roche
 
 
 
Rippling ribbons of watery mist spring skyward
flowing paths rapidly rush towards freedom
 
Angled arches of liquid architecture
burst forth from intricately carved stone statues

Standing pools shimmer iridescent in day's light
producing spectrums of captivating color

Twinkling tendrils of sunlit speckled beauty
dance daintily along water's serene surface

Miniature stars stunningly enhance this show of splendor
peppering water with illuminated images

Momentary glimpses of surrounding scenery emerge
dissipating as droplets rain mercilessly down from above

Scenes disappear discreetly, eternally lost
among churning waves from the free flowing fountain
 
 


Monday, December 16, 2013

Featured Poet of the Month-Me!

I was chosen as the featured poet for the month in the featured 4 section of MUTT Online by their staff.  Each month the staff recognizes a poet, writer, artist and photographer who have been working their hearts out for their craft.  I'm thrilled that they chose me!  In fact I didn't even know I'd been selected until today when I was on the site!  Visit www.muttonline.com/index.cfm to see my profile, poetry and photography on the site! http://wp.me/p3Tdgy-c7

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Sunday, October 27, 2013

What the Sun Leaves Behind

What the Sun Leaves Behind
Slowly the sun surrenders its position.
Unleashing, as it goes, a palette of colors.
Needing one final chance, to exhibit its power.
Swirling into a painting; hues of pink, yellow, red, and purple.
Evenly covering a once blue ceiling overhead.
The print left from a glowing sun, disappearing into the horizon.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Call of the Wind

The wind has a song heard only by a few,
Melodic, sweet, and airy in tune.
It floats over the tallest of trees,
Soars higher than the greatest moutain peak.
An everlasting melody, flowing through time,
Telling of nature's magnificent gifts to its listeners.
Spinning wondrous, magical tales, Delighting both young and old.
Twirling about, in an invisible ballet,
Briefly encircling its audience for an encore.
Then rising towards the fluffy clouds it soars,
Sharing its whispering melody with the heavens above.