"The world is but a blank canvas to the imagination."
~Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Color poems

"Gray"

As light touches
As we star
As blanketed across sky
As rock in lion's layer
As sprinkled on unicorn's horn
As baby sheep newborn
As mounded soot in fireplace
As animal prints without a trace
As the most unsatisfying deed
As dead plants forgotten to weed
As robin's wing up in the air
It will always
Be there


"Green"

Green is a fight to the very end
Green is surprise around the bend
Green is adventure inside a man
Green is action without a plan
Green is freedom to follow the tide
Green is the courage held deep inside


"Red"

Red is pain withheld in tears
Red is a torrent of strongest fears
Red is a free heart set afire
Red is burning passionate desire
Red is an endless wave of strife
Red is dying for a dream in life


"Blue"

Blue is a depth of understanding
Blue is a star's light landing
Blue is a love that never dies
Blue is the beauty in compassionate eyes
Blue is a tranquil ocean of dreams
Blue is a sky of pearlish beams


"Yellow"

Yellow is a lazy chair that sits out on the lawn
Yellow is a dandy's head greeted by a fawn
Yellow is the fervor of the joy that summer brings
Yellow is the melting of memories...so many things
Yellow is a breakfast booth that doesn't receive many tips
Yellow is the kitchen cook when she smacks her voluminous lips
Yellow is the surprise of a garden salad gone amiss
Yellow is a silken scarf set free to wave in bliss
Yellow is the crisp new horn of a bicycle with teetering wheels
Yellow is the painted fence that changes whenever it feels
Yellow is a backyard with a sandbox, hose, and grill
Yellow is a princess who indulges extravagant frill
Yellow is a picnic with plenty of laughter to pass
Yellow is the tired old retriever when he lays out on the grass
Yellow is the warmth a family heirloom brings
Yellow is a locket, or a necklace of beaded strings
Yellow is a dripping ice cream cone beneath a smiling child's lips
Yellow is a cookie jar notorious for welcoming nips
Yellow is the stillness of a single star at night
Yellow is a secret that I really ought to keep, right?


"White"

Little lost friend
Within a garden of many blooms
Deep sorrows and brash crisps
Sweetened sunrises and distant stars
Locked away in golden captivation
The soul that wanders neverending
A little lost friend
Who knows the answers
Searching for the questioner

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