Poets United prompt #19 is Color. I love color, but found this hard, I didn't know where I was going, but it started dream like and ended up fighting for a cause. Pick one there are many...
The quicksilver moon's luster shadowed me,
my breath crystallized , as I stood
frozen under the cosmic cobalt sky,
Raw umber soil touched my feet as I ran,
the frost of twilight woke my senses,
as the timber wolf lunged for me, I awoke
into spring green lushness, a trail of crimson red
poppies, I follow them, My blanket of wintergreen
dreams wrapped around me tight, a field of
purple hearts and scarlet tulips stood proud,
a reminder of those who had died for a cause.
Cause why...
A lemon canary singing startled my thoughts,
a song to remember,
I awoke it was just a dream, my
burnished brown hair matted to my head,
The alarm clock rang louder
my headed pounded like a steel drum,
a single thread of alone
as I purged my pain of memories for lost
souls, mulberry tears for dandelions courage
to spread the word, remain peacock proud,
as the redwoods and pines grow new roots,
Stitched green with hope
the work to save continues.
The quicksilver moon's luster shadowed me,
my breath crystallized , as I stood
frozen under the cosmic cobalt sky,
Raw umber soil touched my feet as I ran,
the frost of twilight woke my senses,
as the timber wolf lunged for me, I awoke
into spring green lushness, a trail of crimson red
poppies, I follow them, My blanket of wintergreen
dreams wrapped around me tight, a field of
purple hearts and scarlet tulips stood proud,
a reminder of those who had died for a cause.
Cause why...
A lemon canary singing startled my thoughts,
a song to remember,
I awoke it was just a dream, my
burnished brown hair matted to my head,
The alarm clock rang louder
my headed pounded like a steel drum,
a single thread of alone
as I purged my pain of memories for lost
souls, mulberry tears for dandelions courage
to spread the word, remain peacock proud,
as the redwoods and pines grow new roots,
Stitched green with hope
the work to save continues.
Comments
super beautiful color poem...
remain peacock proud,
get over the bad nightmare....
Yvonne,
xo
:-)
xx
Pamela
I enjoyed reading your words very much indeed. Not just for the colours within, but for the sincerity of your message.
Best Sunday wishes,
Eileen
-Weasel
Thank you so much for your kind comments xXx
Wysteria