One Word prompt: paintbrush
paint it blue
paint it anything
but what it is
we see in colors of hurt
or love
pigment of heart or mind
or memory
memory to be
sunsets laying down peace
in warm hues strong blends
to soft to grey to gone
then dawn
the pieces of clouds with the rainy morn
white the fog
the golden afternoon
the green youth
citrus ripe and ready the canvas
credentials leaving blanks
to fill in later
sketched, blocked
with lines so clean
plenty of time for muddy
later as the blend
the mix, the shades unsure
we have all the colors in the box
don’t worry about the lines
we all see what we want
what we carry
what we lost
painted over
hung on the wall
framed in dark
for some to see
my colors
can you see them
wonderful…!!
You’ve really got to grips with colours here. Loved it.
Damn, girl, you got it goin on. I love all the bluegreen waves of this big sea/see poem, your mindsurf crashing every whichaway. Lovely buoyancy: gotta crush on this poem, he does.
Hallelujah. I found your writings by clicking on the right spot at last. Heheheeheeee. I am enjoying you.
Vinayak and Anthony – thank you so much.
Paschal – love the crashing and the crushing 🙂
Linda – glad you found me and that you thought it worth the trip LOL
Yes, we DO have all the colors in the box. Now, what to do with them…