Color My World
People ask about color
as if it lives politely
inside neat lines
but color has never arrived
that way for me
it comes wild
purple for mystery
for intuition
for unseen things
that somehow still speak
gold for survival
for mornings
I never thought
I would reach
blue for oceans crossed
for longing
for distance
for healing
pink for softness
still surviving
red for love
that refuses silence
and black
black for the sky before stars
for grief
for beginnings
no one notices
End note: Inspired by my own painting and the emotional colors life leaves behind.
Get Out Your Crayons and Come Color with Me!
Lillian here, asking you a question, have you heard the words “color my world”? Well, that’s what we’re going to do for today’s Poetics.So, have you guessed the prompt? It actually can go a number of ways….you can write a colorful poem (choose your own meaning for “colorful” and be sure to share that meaning in an end note to your poem); OR you can write a poem that emphasizes one or two colors OR a poem that delves into the shades of one primary color. You could write a seasonal poem evoking the colors you associate with spring or summer or autumn or winter. You can find a piece of artwork and write an ekphrastic poem that leans heavily on its colors. You can describe what you think a red Monday would be like; or a chartreuse Wednesday; or a cerulean blue Tuesday. So many ways to play with your crayons and words today! No required length, form, or rhyme scheme. Just be sure it’s colorful!
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With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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