This poem was inspried by the image below, created by Diddums. Her site can be located by clicking on the image.
Whispering Shadow_snippet
Colors sing a song
that can go unfound,
sometimes for an entire
lifespan. They speak
their own language,
yet readily share
with that one who cares
to really listen.
Can define a place,
even hide a face in soft
whispering shadows. Like
heavy curtain they will hold
their place against all comers,
sometimes humming
in the background, like detailed
memory once found, then never
forgotten.
Might become as sheer
as chiffon, light as the breeze
that comes to waft with ease
their known and knowing
presence, and like the feather
of truth within their essence,
the music they make
might create a symphony
so profound, one might want
to take it along as a comforting
lifetime companion.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/8/09
Soul's Music 
I appreciate both the poem and the image.
Mary
HUGH AND CAMELLIA
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Thank you Mary, I appreciate your comments. I especially like this image myself. Diddums does really wonderful stuff.
Elizabeth
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That’s a lovely poem, thank you. 🙂 I like the idea of colours as companions.
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So do I. And because I use them so much, they have even found a way to make me feel guilty if it looks like I’m favoring one above another, lol.
Elizabeth
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