What If? Absence of Color....

I am of the opinion that many things in life

are just classic in white.

well, Gaga is unique

but I wouldn't want all posies to be white
or feathers

or butterflies,
leaves...

and you wouldn't want a

white rainbow!

yep, I love classic white in many things...
however...

I'd fall apart without color
and...

I've always loved 
a cute redhead!!!

Thoughtful Tuesday....and a tune by Joni Mitchell

Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons everywhere, i've looked at cloud that way.

But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.

So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way.

I've looked at clouds from both sides now,

From up and down, and still somehow

It's cloud illusions i recall.

I really don't know clouds at all.

Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel

As every fairy tale comes real; i've looked at love that way.

But now it's just another show. you leave 'em laughing when you go

And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

I've looked at love from both sides now,

From give and take, and still somehow

It's love's illusions i recall.

I really don't know love at all.

Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "i love you" right out loud,

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, i've looked at life that way.

But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say

I've changed.

Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.

I've looked at life from both sides now,

From win and lose, and still somehow

It's life's illusions i recall.

I really don't know life at all.

Have you ever looked at the shape of clouds?

CLOUDS

I lay down on the lush, green grass

looking up at the celestial sky

watching clouds perform

as they go floating by.

The sky’s theater sets the stage

as clouds pass through

on their merry way

entertaining my eyes

with wispy surprise

as I journey from earth

on mystical tours of billowy dreams

and marshmallow delight.

A castle that trails a rabbit’s tail

attached to the wings of a butterfly,

a whale and a cat,

a baseball and bat take wing

as they shuttle on by.

A jungle safari with lions and bears

emerge from a cumulus cloud

migrating in motion

to imaginative notions

embraced in pillowy shrouds

Rhapsodies in white

and the fairest of blue,

pre-nuptial visions of tufted preludes

and painting a picture

within the mind’s eye,

I watch clouds perform

as they softly float by.

 Annette Nasser

just a thought