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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I Am Addicted to Color-Coding

It must be the administrator in me---the organizing junkie---the order freak.
I do love color coding.

Take me to Staples, or Office Depot, or Wal-Mart in the paper aisle, and I could spend many dollars on multi-packs of highlighters in every hue, boxes of colored paper clips and thumb tacks. I have sticky-notes in dark blue, lime green, fuschia, goldenrod and violet. I can walk by a display of those colored sticky flags that show people where to sign their contracts, and suddenly I have trouble breathing; and don't even get me started on colored Sharpie permanent markers. Oh, my lands!

When my kids were younger, everything from their book-covers, to their pencils and notebooks matched. The girls each had blue or green, while the boy had red---everything.

Even today, on my “great-white-board” where I track my writing projects, each section has its own colored 'dry-erase' marker, and matching sticky notes. In my monthly bills filing cabinet, the hanging files are color-coded according to which bill is which. The dry erase calendars in my office (one for each child, and one for my husband) are color coded red, green, brown and blue with matching markers, thumb tacks and magnets. The coat hangers in my laundry room are color-coded. One shade for each member of the family.

Yes, I know, I have issues.

A while back I discovered a new kind of 'color-coded' addiction. It's called color-coded poetry.

Here's a sample:
I love the fire of red a tint of emotion
the sun orange and yellow
shining its warmth on me
leafy shades of green
making me feel alive
trees outside my window and blue afternoon skies filling me with peace
late evening sunset orange a blaze fires within my spirit
inky darkness of nighttime purple wraps me in blankets of hope
tomorrow’s sunrise pink as a newborn babe
this new day brings possibility
I can sing a melody of pure joy to celebrate
hope springs to shout life
a rainbow
the colors that paint my world

You read color-coded poetry four times. First, you read it all the way through, with no regard for colors:

I love the fire of red a tint of emotion
the sun orange and yellow shining its warmth on me
leafy shades of green making me feel alive
trees outside my window and blue afternoon skies filling me with peace
late evening sunset orange a blaze fires within my spirit
inky darkness of nighttime purple wraps me in blankets of hope
tomorrow’s sunrise pink as a newborn babe
this new day brings possibility I can sing a melody of pure joy to celebrate
hope springs to shout life a rainbow the colors that paint my world


Next you read the first section, or everything on the left that has the same color:

I love the fire of
the sun orange
leafy shades of
trees outside my window
late evening sunset
inky darkness of nighttime
tomorrow’s sunrise
this new day brings possibility
hope springs to shout life

Thirdly, you read the section that runs right down the center. It's usually a second color, but in this case I used the whole rainbow. I couldn't help myself:

red
and yellow
green
and blue
orange
purple
pink
I can sing
a rainbow

You'll notice, (and please forgive me) this section of the poem isn't my original work. It's a song that harkens back to my preschool days. Remember it? It fits nicely in the middle of this color-coded mess splendor.

Finally, you read the section on the right, set apart by the third color:

a tint of emotion
shining its warmth on me
making me feel alive
afternoon skies filling me with peace
a blaze fires within my spirit
wraps me in blankets of hope
as a newborn babe
a melody of pure joy to celebrate
the colors that paint my world

Writing color-coded poetry is even more fun than reading it! No really, it's true. The challenge is to meld together three poems and come up with a final product that is really four separate poems.

Come on, give it a try!

And in case you're headed for Staples, or whatever you call your local office supply store, pick up a multi-colored pack of sticky notes for me...I'm getting kinda low and I’m finding it hard to breathe!

Thanks!

This post is part of my 8 Random Things About Me response to tags from Lavender Chick and Shannon. Be sure and check back for Random Thing Topic #4 coming soon.

P.S. TAG, MidnightMom You're It! - Share 1 (or 8) random thing(s) about yourself, and turn it (each one) into a blog topic.

2 comments:

carrie said...

Oh gosh...I love it!! Those poems are wonderful..and yes I will have to try it out!!

Oh and email your address I have at least 400 of the pretty colored sticky thingies....I'm a fellow addict...

childlife said...

That was just mind-blowing TaunaLen! Kind of like color-coded suduko poetry! Four, exquisite little poems in one... how long does it take you to work the puzzle of them altogether into something so beautiful? : )

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