The Timbre of Orange
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of thunder, of muted drums,
Dissonant in nature, like the call of distant, broken trumpets.
Severely caustic, rather scathing in its delivery of
A burning sound, crackling and popping, as if the
Brass breathed black embers...
Orange is a color that embodies a brutality,
A roughness and an edge that is
Unmatched by the RAINBOW.
And the other colors seem to halt and stare at its
Bluntness, its assertiveness and its ferocious voice,
Gravely and deep.
Orange is reminiscent of the sound of roaring trains
Emits a sort of glowing dominance, of arrogance--
Its sharpness of tone allows for precision and mastery.
It is more a color than the rest of the colors, for in its vibrancy
There is a youthful proclamation of hope that is gilded by
A solid realism. It hopes loudly but stoutly refuses prayer.
In orange's stoic presence, its voice like
Battering rams and clashing pans, it demand, no it
STEALS a presence. Yet in its arrogance, there is a
Resilience, a persistence, for
Orange is a color reminiscent of the Gods
And in its faults lies its power.
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