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She Be a Poet ~ The Day She Left

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Faces change yet remain familiar,

eyes wide with paranoia,

obvious disdain,

cracked glass and minds

clear signs of pain.

Distance and fear grow,

resentment peaks,

pacts and pledges of togetherness,

where are those opinionated tongues,

careful and positively meek.

Navigate changing pathways,

cat’s eyes set boundaries tight turns,

mind and mileage drive adventures,

on land that perpetually burns.

‘Energy is Everything’, a mantra, the ace up my sleeve,

intuitive, empathic, complicated soul,

heart set vision; of the day she leaves.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

blog, chromophobia, color, colour, understanding, words, writer, writing

Give me a word, any word and I will show you the root of that word is Greek ~ Chromophobia

(Irrational fear or conditioned response to colour)

The Greek Cypriot in me occasionally awakens with words I have never heard of before; even though their existence has manifestations in many forms. It can take just one Grecian word to open a kaleidoscope of topics for discussion, debate and provocative thinking. The word Chromophobia was introduced to me by a dear friend who has made a career out of creating beautiful colours whilst changing perceptions in the process.

Maybe, you have an irrational fear of the colour green? Unable to eat your peas or any vegetable with a greenish hue for fear they will choke you. Perhaps red is the colour you avoid? I mean red is dangerous, isn’t it? It commands you to stop and forbids you to go there; wherever there may be. There are symptoms of Chromophobia and hate is one of them. Hate through fear, hate because Chromophobes see nothing but dark, foreign bodies and not the full spectrum.

Generally, we all see things in black and white, right and wrong. These views may be part of our genetic make-up, ideas without foundation from our teachers or peers; misguided without a full understanding of the global pallet and its variety of colours. If we choose not to live in colour the canvas will always be blank. If we choose to explore and understand, we lose the fear imbedded in our psyche long before we first opened our eyes to see complexions.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2015