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Poetry by Quynh Nguyen inspired by ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™† ๐™”๐™Š๐™๐™ ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™‡ Color Palette #08

๐—ค๐—จ๐—ฌ๐—ก๐—› ๐—ก๐—š๐—จ๐—ฌ๐—˜๐—ก has been a strategic planner for several key brands in a vast range of industries from hospitality to banking to automobile and to even real estate. A wordsmith at heart, she recently released her book of poetry which celebrates the joys and the agonies of love. We are thrilled to share with you a poem she wrote inspired by ๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™๐™† ๐™”๐™Š๐™๐™ ๐™’๐˜ผ๐™‡๐™‡โ€™s Color Palette #08.

Hi Quynh, tell us more about yourself.

My name is Quynh. I am a young poet who lives and works in Saigon, Vietnam. I am now a Strategy Director for VMLY&R and in May 2022, I published "When Dead Birds See the Light" as my first collection of poetry. The book is available internationally on Amazon.

In what way has art helped you thrive?

Art has changed my life upside down. I was born a romantic but after the age of 6 I have been living rationally, having straight As and a corporate career with a good social network. Being able to find poetry as an outlet and being able to voice my creations has opened me up to the transformative power of love. The inner world of darkness and demons still exists but I have found a powerful weapon of light to deal with it. Without love, I couldn't have created poetry, and without poetry, I wouldn't have been able to love fully and vulnerably. Which is the only way it has to be. Poetry brings light to the darkness inside me and around me.

How did this color palette inspire this poem?

This color palette feels very earthy to me. It reminds me of feeling warm and safe sitting in my mother's lap, being held by my lover, or walking barefoot on this Earth.

The poem that this palette inspires me to write is called "Uprising"



There is a war going on

A cold cold one

My love, the scary thing is

I don't see fires

If there are fires there is something to believe in

Like a new life that rises from the ashes

I see numbers where there should be fires

I see graphs and charts where there should be temples

I hear chatter where there should be screams

The earth is soiled, dirty, depleted

She lies there naked, with a smirk on her face

Laughing silently at men who are too stupid to understand

That her infinite powers are waiting patiently, evenly, comfortably to be reborn

My love, the times we are living in now

There is a war going on

Mediocrity is gathering force

In the form of weapons of mass destruction

Invisible gas, choking the life out of brilliance

Warriors are dead

Stomped upon by citizens who are too busy law-abiding

that they forget to be human

Prayers are said mindlessly in the name of

political correctness

And I love you's are said

in the name of pride and pleasantries

My love as I walk these derelict streets, watching the planet being reborn

I donโ€™t want to let go of your hand

Itโ€™s a long and tedious labor sheโ€™s going through

But letโ€™s not lose heart

Itโ€™s the screamless nights waiting for the coming of dawn and the birth of something new

But letโ€™s not run from pain

Itโ€™s the coldness making this land barren

But letโ€™s not lose our fire

With a single drop of red and a guttural cry you and I can spread

the essence of us against

this senseless


Thanks for collaborating with us Quynh! You can support this budding artist by getting a copy of her book of poetry here:

๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ #๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, #๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ #๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ซ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ธ๐˜ธ.๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ.๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ


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