Chromatic Errors

Chromatic Errors

A Poem by Pratik

“The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray.”  Vincent Van Gogh (Dutch painter)


The porcelain mattress has slipped beneath,

Arms flailing, the soul takes its buoyant caprioles ,

Encased in a plasmatic capsule,

It ebbs away in a colored monologue,

Magenta turning into copper-bronze,

And the plethora of other earth colors.

Crusted in the mahogany flakes and the fossil grains

I still feel tender shoots of old sown buds,

That supple petiole in her aquamarine glory.

The neurons affectionately respond

At the fondling of the ladybird pincers,

Crawling in their oval domes,

Their spotted rosy flavor tempting my nostrils.

Even the late February snow melts the wan,

Gurgling its way to the abodes of motley,

I wait for the membranes of the calcite shells to crack,

Breaking free of the monochromatic monolith.

© 2012 Pratik


Author's Note

Pratik
It's spring here at my place... the nature is changing its color... from grey shades to tones of pink, orange and scarlet.... and I find myself trying to come out from a state of stoic dormancy.... Hope you can relate

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Such a mixing of words found here! Love the quote at the beginning, and the beginning line hooked me in. That was actually my favorite line of the whole poem. So beautiful. I cannot wait for signs of spring here!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love spring and all that comes with it. The warming temperature the colors of flowers blossoming and the feel of the earth once again renewing itself and coming alive.

Posted 12 Years Ago


i can read this piece again and again and still be amazed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


What an amazing way you have with words! You have really captured the stunning beauty, joy and change of spring in a unique way. I love the colors that shine from this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I so relate! The rebirth of such beauty is always a warming embrace! This delves into such detailed imagery it truly is a blessing to the eyes and heart to absorb!
xoxo

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is such a lovely poem! I wish i could relate at this moment. But It's still winter here. I wish to see the leaves come back alive with color and see the flowers once again bloom but till then I am stuck with nothing but white. :/

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Wow! Simply exquisite!
Very well written! Your use of words is wonderful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nice expression of feeling

Posted 12 Years Ago


Words refuse to seep from my brain as I read this. I am in complete awe over the quality of this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Interesting poetic read about natures changing power in progress. A modern yet old fashioned style of writing combined to give a natural feel. Well done again.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Raleigh, NC



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Hello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..

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