Ode to Orange… and a Father’s Day Wish

Ode to Orange

Some would argue the best color in town is red, or blue, or green.

Others might say its yellow, pink, or purple… or in between.

But as a self-proclaimed color whisperer, i dare place one color above them all.

Orange, you have won my heart.  When I’m with you, I have a ball!

You are the color of my favorite soda, my favorite scarf, my favorite room.

You’re always warm and cozy, and in the fall you glaze the moon.

You are the color of Hostess cupcakes with that delicate white filling.

When red is too tired, and blue is too blue, you are always willing.

You are the color of so many of the delicious foods we chew.

Carrots, peppers, pumpkins, and Cheetos… just to name a few.

You are gentle when you need to be, always energetic and brave.

You are the color of the sun that brings us each new day.

You feed us, protect us, sooth our soul…   depending on your hue.

Flowers, butterflies, basketballs, and that fruit they named after you.

You’re a fashion diva, a style icon… all the bloggers say so.

You are right at home with any other color of the rainbow.

The love child of red and yellow.  They made magic…  and you were born.

And who could forget, that you are roughly one third of candy corn.

There are some that think you’re crazy, too bold and much too loud.

But there isn’t another color out there that makes me feel more proud.

So now you know my secret, I love you, Orange hue.

Orange you super glad I wrote this little ode to you.

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Mini Ode to My Dad

There’s this guy they call Captain Orange… and everybody knows

that he and Orange go way, way back.  He and Orange are bros.

Captain Orange is my hero, my rock, my heart, my home.

He is the reason that I have been blessed with life.  So no matter where I roam.

He is always there to save the day, even if we are miles apart.

I hear his voice, he holds my hand, he encourages my art.

He’ll say say he didn’t do enough…  he’s a humble, hard-working guy.

But truth be told, he’s the one who taught me how to survive.

I see my dad in every orange sunset, flower or mushroom.

Past the sky… Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  As long as I have Orange, I have you.

xo skyblue

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, TO ALL THE DAD’S!

Living Art: Nicoletta Ceccoli’s Delicious World

One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?

Every time i look at her art it feels like I enter a different world.  If, heaven forbid, someone told me I could never look art again, but they would let me choose one artist that I could still look at and i had to do so within 30 seconds… I would have to say it would be Nicoletta Ceccoli’s art. I can look over and over, and each time I feel like i’m entering a world that i might get lost in.   A world that is dark and terrifying, but so enticing and whimsical there could be no turning back.  If I could eat her art, I would be three thousand pounds.

Enter at your own risk… and sugary delight!

Is there an artist that makes you feel this way?  (writer, poet, dancer, musician…?)

xo skyblue

inspired by the Daily Prompt: Living Art.