Written for: Miz Quickly - Day 10
"What if basement condos were prime real estate and penthouses were low rent?
What if life actually did begin at forty?
Writers of alternative fiction often begin by changing one thing in their daily world. Then they try imagining what it would have taken to bring that about. If this yellow wall were called red, what other things were also changed?"
Ground is blue,
sky is green. You can
bounce on clouds
all day. Rain shoots
up instead of down.
Sky is a kaleidoscope
of color, from trees,
to flowers, to fresh
when ripened. Blue
became tired of holding
up heaven. Green
was annoyed at being
trampled on. Hence,
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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I love this. So clever.
Ah… if only the colors spoke, perhaps your verse words is what they would say 🙂
I like to think so!
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