I will be including on this blog, among other things, some of my poems.
This one may have been inspired by the time of year, the anticipation of spring.
Maybe, maybe not.
Colors
Is amarillo the color of an angel
Aquamarine a saucy soothing blend
of
swimming pool and sunrise sky
Bring me the green of sea foam and moss
And I will hold your hand forever
Why do colors touch our hearts
Even when they are filled with pretense
and
false glamour
Even when they promote hordes of matter
and
worthless debris
We are charmed, drawn in, kidnapped
By hues and blooms
Whether natural or dyed and stirred
Whether the tawny coat of a mountain range
Or the silken textures of a chickadee
Much like music
Colors pull us towards the dance
They strum our insides
Make our eyelids tingle
Storm the rafters of our senses
And stroke us till we purr
- March 14 2014
I especially love the last four lines. They could be applied to so many domains of the senses and here they bring your poem to life.
ReplyDeleteAs somebody who wears mostly black you have me almost convinced to give colors another try ;-)
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