French kisses bruise the sky as I cartwheel through clouds of purple.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration: The Colours in a Song
Susie is our host today with a prompt that asks us to experiment with synaesthesia, in particular the colour of music. She has provided links to some songs, from which she asks us to choose one and listen to it. She wants us to visualise the lyrics and music, discover colours and write a poem from the colour wheel of the song, indicating which we have chosen. For me it could only be Jimi Hendrix with ‘Purple Haze’, and an American sentence, which is a complete sentence of exactly 17 syllables.
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What a wonderful feeling!
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Perfect, perfectly succinct response to the prompt. Yowza!
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Thanks Ron!
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Now I’m imagining a purple sky as a having hickey. Lol! Great sentence.
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Excellent American Sentence. Cartwheeling through purple clouds…what an incredible feeling.
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That’s what Hendrix does to me!
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I like where Jimi took you. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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This is wonderful… perfect to the music.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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… and away we go!
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Yummy and gorgeous! He does cartwheel, doesn’t he? 🙂
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Kim. I like..
French kisses I learned red remember lesson well from girl forgotten.
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Kim, what a fantastic American Sentence!
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Thank you, Linda!
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I will certainly look for such a sky … with hickies! 🙂
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Oh, I love this! So much in a sentence, it speak color and life. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt!!
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Thank you Susie!
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