Color Me a Poem

Slip through a prism, splashing
pastel pink on glass surfaced
sides, nacreous dawn luring
lambent lemon of day.  Shoot
arrows to pinprick points,
ice blue patches of sky,
careless tufts of white
clouds for contrast.  Toss
bolts of green, made glorious
by gold, a bold fertile
growing patch for purple
irises, red poppies,
and rows of radiant
rainbow fields.
Stay awhile.

 

Written for We Write Poems #120

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Color Me a Poem

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Ohhhhh. Yes, please. I want to go to there. 😉
    Love this, especially:
    “Toss
    bolts of green, made glorious
    by gold”

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  2. Misky says:

    I so agree with De – that’s my favourite phrase, too. 😀

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  3. mikegrove7 says:

    I love poems about colors. This one is special. Very Nice.

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