The Remnant of Roses

Tree limbs whisked clouds

 Frothed vanilla mousse

I saw the color of lust

Cheery atop the thorns

A solitary punctuation

The taste of orange zest

And fire, glowing particulates

Rising on their own convection

Yet she remained untouched

a remnant of summer bloom

And  autumn had left

 Just the faintest kiss

on the curve of her cheek

© M. G. Iannucci 2016

Photo: Solitary Rose Hip in my garden. It stood out in such contrast to the bleak day. This did not start out as a love (lust) poem until I checked the RGB filter information for the particular shade of red. I think it matches the color called “lust”. See what you think. This is also another example of concrete poetry. For some interesting reading concerning the neurobiology of infatuation see biological anthropologist Helen Fisher’s work by clicking here.

Lust
About these coordinates    Color coordinates
Hex triplet #E62020
sRGBB  (rgb) (230, 32, 32)
CMYKH   (c, m, y, k) (0, 86, 86, 10)
HSV       (h, s, v) (0°, 86%, 90[21]%)
Source ISCC-NBS
B: Normalized to [0–255] (byte)
H: Normalized to [0–100] (hundred)

 

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